Hello, idiot. Are you ripe and ready for Goddess’s persecution? It was always going to come to this. To you being bent over, legs spread apart, wallet lips thumbed open, and ravaged like a subjugated findom fuckpig. A findom fuckpig presenting itself in front of me. Ripe for slaughter. Leaking and eager to hemorrhage that cash. Desperate for my psychosexual degradation. You participate so eagerly in your own deh*maniz*tion. You’re better as a fuckable object than a man. Pump your financial future away to my savage verbal torment. Submit yourself to my offensive process: it’s the only way you can get off now ;)