Findom Gooner Paradise: Gooning Financial Domination JOI Princess Piper

You're watching this video because you're too embarrassed to jerk off to gay porn on your own, aren't you? Just admit it. I'm here, stripping down to nothing but pasties on My perfect nipples, so you can feel "safe" while you stroke that cock of yours to those BIG, THICK, WHITE COCKS. And you know what? I'm going to prove it.

You've turned into such a cock-obsessed FAGGOT that you can't even appreciate My strip tease. Your eyes are glued to those big white cocks right next to Me. Do you even see My perfect, tight, hot body? Straight men would be drooling over Me, but you? You can’t stop looking at the left side of the screen. Only a little cock-whipped faggot would get *this* hard watching cocks unleash their big, white, creamy loads. Remember when I said I'd prove it? Just wait and see what makes your dick explode at the end of this video... will it be Me, or will it be these cocks?

You love that word, don’t you, faggot? Every time I say it, your cock twitches. You try to pretend you’re just playing, but we both know you’re not. You’re a cock-hungry, cum-addicted FAGGOT, and you need to hear it. Over and over again. Faggot. Faggot. Faggot. You stroke faster every time I say it.

There’s no countdown, no numbers—just me, calling you a faggot until you break. Until you're leaking, whimpering, desperate to cum to the word that makes you weak. Stroking for cock. Stroking because you’re a faggot. Stroking because this is what you were always meant to be. And you’re going to cum so fucking hard to that truth.

Find the original here: https://iwantclips.com/store/468056/Princess-Piper/2609908/Calling-You-a-Faggot-Until-You-Cum-Encouraged-Bi-Humiliation-Cock-Worship

Welcome to your humiliation therapy-fantasy session. Today we’re addressing your most persistent delusion… the idea that you’re anything more than a pathetic, female-repelling loser. Through 10 clinically cruel mantras, you’ll confront the truth about your worthlessness in society. This isn’t about healing… it’s about accepting. Accepting that you’ll never be loved, respected, or needed. Your voice is your treatment. This isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for the subs who crave the cruel clarity of their inferiority.

Every mantra is another nail in the coffin of your ego, and I’m going to enjoy hammering them in. Now open your mouth and say it like the worthless fucking failure that you are. This is what progress looks like for someone like you.

(For maximum impact, the mantras are blurred in the preview.)

You didn’t choose to be here. I pulled you in — because this is exactly where losers like you belong. The second you enter, your mind is gone. Thinking? That’s for real men. You’re not one. You’re a twitchy, gooning, useless little loser who exists for one reason — to obey my voice and humiliate yourself on command. I don’t have to touch you.
I don’t even have to try. I just speak, and you melt. Every stroke drips away another brain cell, until all that’s left is my laugh, your ache, and your shame.

“Losers don’t think. Losers edge. Losers obey.”

You’re crumbling, leaking, and desperate — right where I want you. And when I count you down, you’ll let go like the broken little mess you are… But don’t expect release to feel like freedom. Because when I say cum, loser?
That’s not a reward. That’s proof you’re mine — ruined, humiliated, and left in the pit where you belong.

You can’t stop, you can’t look away. You're fucking PATHETIC for PORN. Porn is your life. Porn is the answer. Porn. Porn. PORN. You’re nothing but a porn-addicted loser. You love gooning. You love stroking that cock. Nothing can stop this addiction. It’s too deep.

Sink in. GOON. Admit that you are a little porn addict. Porn controls your life. Porn controls your cock. Porn controls your thoughts. Porn controls everything. Goon. Goon. Goon.

Warning: If you don’t want to get stuck in My psychological web, then DON'T buy this clip. You will find yourself falling deeper and deeper into a state of mesmerization with each snap of My fingers, whether you want to or not… When it’s all said and done, you'll find yourself in a state of euphoria wondering what in the fuck just happened to you… and to your most private information.

[email protected]

Subscribe to My mailing list for exclusive perks: WorshipPiper.com

50% Markup code: PAYPIPER
100% Markup code: WEAK4PIPER
200% Markup code: PAMPERPIPER

Feel yourself twitching over BBC? Cock swelling? Well, if you get an erection over big black cocks, then that’s not a dick between your legs... That’s a clitty. And you’re just a SISSY slut for huge cock. GOON yourself into oblivion over BBC. Train that sissy boi pussy of yours to TAKE IT, hard and deep. Face down, ass up. You’re so turned on by big black cocks — you want your holes completely FILLED by them, don’t you? Stroke, and repeat My BBC mantras until I finally give you a countdown to CUM for black cock...

*Click* That’s the sound of your freedom, gone. :) And you felt it, didn’t you? That exact moment your control disappeared… replaced with the tight, aching reminder that you belong to Me now. You're not powerful. You're not in charge. You're not anything without permission. Every tap on your cage is Me reminding you who OWNS you.

That cage isn’t just locked… it’s your new identity. You’re not a man anymore. You’re a desperate, denied, caged little beta… and I love watching you fall apart.

Subscribe to My mailing list for exclusive perks: WorshipPiper.com

50% Markup code: PAYPIPER
100% Markup code: WEAK4PIPER
200% Markup code: PAMPERPIPER

Princess is bored — and that means *someone* is about to suffer. I’ve designed 5 hardcore humiliation tasks, each one more embarrassing than the last, and My little loser has only one job: to complete at least one of these tasks. But the best losers? They’ll do all five without hesitation. AND send Me picture or video evidence to prove it.

This isn’t about your dignity (lol, what dignity?)— it’s about MY entertainment … And watching you squirm, blush, and beg? Well, that’s the best part.

You exist to obey. I exist to laugh. Seems like everything’s working exactly as it should.

Normal men want sex. They crave touch. A kiss, a moan, a blowjob — something real. But not you. No, your sick little brain is wired differently. You don’t want pleasure. You want financial domination. You get off on being used. You’re nothing but a walking ATM with a humiliation kink.

While real men chase pussy, you chase the feeling of being emptied — financially, emotionally, completely. You beg to hand over your money like some desperate little loser, knowing full well you’ll get absolutely nothing in return. Every time you send, it’s like another hit of shame, another reminder of how low you’ve sunk. Your wallet is your fetish. Every dollar you send is proof of how far you’ve fallen. And the saddest part? You’ll NEVER be able to stop. You’re completely and utterly addicted to being drained, degraded, and then forgotten. This is all you have. So keep sending, while you stroke that stupid cash cock. That’s all you’re good for anyway.

Subscribe to My mailing list for exclusive perks: WorshipPiper.com

50% Markup code: PAYPIPER
100% Markup code: WEAK4PIPER
200% Markup code: PAMPERPIPER

I understand how intimidating I am to weak little slave boys. So today, I’m going to go easy on you. Just a slow, soft introduction... a gentle descent into your financial ruin. You’ll barely even notice how deep you’re sinking… Let me give you a little taste of the power I have over you. Don’t worry. There’s nothing to be afraid of. ;)

The second I hold up that “L” on My hand and laugh in your face, you’re already leaking. You know it’s pathetic — getting hard for a girl who mocks you, teases you, and calls you out for exactly what you are: a useless, femdom addicted, humiliated joke of a man.

I don’t even have to touch you. I just say the right words. I roll my eyes. I smirk. I call you a fucking loser… and you love it. You worship every cruel little syllable while I use that loser hand gesture like it’s your personal trigger.

You edge, twitch, beg — and I just laugh. Because that’s what gets you off, right? Not pleasure. Not connection. Just humiliation. Verbal destruction. Bratty mockery from a girl who clearly thinks you’re beneath her. And then? I count you down. Slowly. Teasingly. Just to make sure your final moments are as degrading as possible. You just need my voice in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are… how desperate… how easily you fall apart for a girl who trConsumes you like a joke.

And guess what?

That’s what makes you CUM.