Paypigs in femdom fetish run in twos: the good and the bad.
Some of my pay pigs squeal and give me total access over their credit cards and finances in their findom femdom fetish. This isn’t like my blackmail sex stories, although those slaves do pay me some financial tribute; these paypigs are sweet piglets, who understand how much upkeep I require in my life.
They’re submissive and polite, wanting me to control their assets, but also to shower myself in nice things. They treat me right, worshipping my feet and providing me with all sorts of offerings: diamonds, Apple electronics, ultra plush sheets, Louis Vuitton bags, and dresses… you get the idea. They keep me satisfied and happy, and I reward them with my mercy.
But other little pigs… I’d step all over them if I could. They give me pathetic offerings. “Be my mistress!” they scream. “I’ll give you $100 dollars!” As if I would be appeased by such meager offerings! It’s insulting.
“Ad at least another zero, and then we’ll talk,” I tease them. “Otherwise, don’t waste my time.” And I mean it. Most of the men who call don’t commit, anyway. They promise me thousands of dollars… and fade away.
Useless.
But if those naughty men cross me, and give me a measly offering! Those bad little pigs, I make them pay. I take much larger sums than I should. I buy diamonds… and then gift them to my lesbian lovers like Tyra, and let the losers know exactly where their money is going. I shower my female lovers in affection and cash, letting my little pig know he’ll never get to see how his money is being used. Maybe Tyra wants a new vibe? My naughty pig is going to provide it for her.
Don’t anger me, piglets. I’ll crush you beneath my heel as I flush your money away. I’ll take all of it, record you giving me permission, and leave you penniless as I make it rain for my lady lovers.
That’s a promise.
There’s never enough femdom fetish in the world. Call me and let’s get our femdom phonesex started.
