Mommy Phone Sex
Oh, how I love the smell of money! And I deserve as much as I can squeeze out of you as your findom phone sex mistress. Or as some of my pathetic paypigs call me, Goddess. Their little dicks throb and drip like a leaky faucet as I run their card and humiliate them for being less of a man. Nothing makes this Mistress happier than a guy who gets a chubby over me abusing his credit card, even if it is a shameful tiny nub. The fact that he’s so willing to share any of his personal info that I can use and abuse or hold over his head, is what does it for me. That’s what a devoted subbie looks like by the way. So make note of it because that is what I will expect from you as my new human ATM. If you completely surrender everything to this findom phone sex mistress then I foresee a long beautiful relationship for us. I could practically cum the second I see one of my cash cow’s cards approved every time I run it for a call. And of course, I get even more excited when they show their appreciation for me owning and controlling them by sweetly saying they’d be honored if I gifted myself with a nice fat tip as a thank you. Such a good paypig! And so generous too. But I wouldn’t expect or accept anything less. So get your card out before you call me. And make sure it is loaded with funds. Only the truly worthy deserve my time.
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