How did this happen to you? You just had an innocent little foot fetish and now all you think about 24/7 is giant cocks and what they do to me. I think the trauma of living with a shrimp for a dick is really getting to you. I guess the only way for you to live with the grim reality that pretty much any man walking around is packing more than you... is to fetishize it. You've gone so overboard with it though. You can't focus at work. You can't think straight. All you think about is huge cocks. Well, I guess we have ONE thing in common...
I pull all the strings. I decide how you think and feel, what you do, how you move. I decide what you like, how you answer questions, everything you do is controlled by me. By implanting a string into the top of your head, I can make you nod whenever I decide. Good boys nod their head and say "Yes Goddess."
I own a company and my business model is simple. Hire men to work for me for free while I go on vacation or lay in bed 'til noon. Easy! I'm already a millionairess but still working hard at hiring men! After reading your resume I find out that you own a very successful company and I suggest our companies merge. That way you can run your company but it will still be mine and I'll have all the money! SEE? I am so smart! That's why I'm a millionairess. I have men working for me all over the globe, making me mountains of ca$h and guess what, they they all love it because they've fallen into the same spell you have. Face it, I am so irresistible that you can't help but fall victim, you'll do anything I say, hand over your company on a silver platter, worship at my feet, become my slave and sacrifice your life to me so I can have everything I've ever wanted. Say goodbye to your company, dignity, and life. (Oh, and you're hired, welcome)
"I need you," you say that all the time. "Please!" you whimper again... You don't even know what you're asking for. You don't even know what to do. You're horny and helpless but worry not. I know exactly what to do with you. It's my job to keep you horny and stroking and addicted to me. A stroke session is in order to secure your place in my cult.
Think you can cum from just tiny glimpses of my toes through my nylons? It's worth a shot...
Hey honey. I didn't realize it's already been two weeks since you had to quarantine at your friend's place! Yeah, it's a little messy in here. Yeah, the cleaning lady was here yesterday. I'm not going to lie, the bed is a fuckin' mess. This is exactly what it looks like. Do you know that swingers club I wanted to go to? Did you say no, like a prude? Remember? Well, I went and I'm just never going to be the same again. It's fucking awesome. I keep setting up little dinners with other couples. I keep bringing them back to our house. Sometimes these guys have single guy friends, I always encourage them to bring them along. I have been having a blast getting my brains fucked out by multiple guys. I feel like a little porn star, I feel alive! I've never had so much fun in my life, I'm so happy, I'm so turned on ALL the time. I'm not even sorry about it, I feel like I've been cheated this whole time. I can never go back to our boring sex life, either get used to it or divorce me. It looks like you're getting turned on by all these stories though, should I keep going? You can touch yourself if you want. Let me tell you about what happened just last night...
So you don't like my style, huh? I've upset you, poor thing. Every time you talk to me, I call you stupid. When you pop up out of the blue, I tell you to pay me. You don't like this at all. You want me to be nice. You want me to trConsume you like the paying customer you are, at the very least like a human being! Well, did you ever consider that you ARE stupid? Did you ever consider that there is no reason for me to talk to you unless you're paying? Do you realize I don't have to be here at all and it's a privilege for you to pay me and a blessing for me to acknowledge your lowly existence? If you have a problem with that, take it up with the HR department. Okay now let's HATE JERK IT OUT.... btw you might need this: https://t.co/nFMgmqHna6 and this: https://twitter.com/JessurGoddess/status/1120527114099396609
You don't ask for much, do you? You mostly linger quietly in the shadows, watching my social media, buying clips here and there, sending small tributes every once in a while. But look at you now, in a moment of clarity you decided it was in your best interest to order a custom clip and have me speak to you directly. You are itching to see what it feels like to have me talk to you directly. This is all you ever wanted, right? To be kneeling here in front of me, jerking your little cock, following my orders, being my good, good boy. I turn so many fans into slaves. How did you think you would be impervious to my power and seduction? You should be proud, look how far you've come. You're here now. It is so easy to just pluck you up and claim you as mine. You weren't cut out to say "no." You bend over for powerful women. Edge to my perfection like a good little pet and realize all you ever wanted was to be owned by me.
We’re up late chit-chatting. We’re the last ones awake. You’ve been loving this alone time with me, but you have such an uneasy feeling. You can’t put your finger on it. Somehow this feels wrong and dangerous. Your girlfriend is snoring on the couch. Will she be mad that you never came to bed? Will she feel suspicious? Does she know how much you like me? Suddenly you can feel the energy in the room shift. I’m focused on you like a predator honing in on their prey. Your contentment turns to dread. Suddenly you feel déjà vu. You were right, something was off, something was wrong. Right before you slip under you remember that you’ve been in this exact situation with me before. You have felt yourself lose all control like this before. Many different times. You can remember me controlling you. Feeling helpless. How did this happen? What am I going to do to you? And then you’re out like a light.
The snobby secretary returns to the office a week later and seduces her boss with her feet yet again. She teaches Mr. Wimp a lesS0n in corporate finance, even suggesting they switch paychecks. It's only fair! financial domination, foot worship, humiliation. (Snobby Secretary is a 7 part series)
You scold the new girl for taking it upon herself to give herself and extra few hours of lunch time to go shopping. "What does it matter" she shoots back dismissively. Turns out she was shopping for lingerie, wanna see? She thought you did, that's why she put it on at the store. Maybe if you saw it you would agree that the extra time she used isn't a big deal. Do you think if you obediently jerked off onto the floor while she laughed and moaned to tease you while you kneel like a slave.... makes HER the boss? Yeah, she'd say so, and it's something you can both agree on.
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