Auctioning white boy slaves Off, yes bitch YOU
Look at you… kneeling there while I decide what you’re worth.
I face you in my velvet bikini with that playful, merciless smile you can never resist. This is brat worship at its finest. I talk directly to you the entire time, circling you with my words, pointing out every reason you’ve earned your place on the auction block. You’re a slave, a white boy made to work for women, and today I’m entertaining offers.
I tease you about how eager you are to please, how perfectly you fit the role of a loser who exists to be used financially. I describe Femdoms watching, evaluating, deciding how they might use you, and you feel that mix of embarrassment and excitement tighten in your chest.
You hang on my commentary, desperate for approval, melting under the Bratty energy I aim straight at you. The more I talk, the clearer it becomes: being mine; even temporarily; is the highest value you will ever have.
I savor every second of using you like a human ATM, reminding you that your purpose is to be used by women, anything less is unacceptable. And while I laugh and toy with the idea of handing you off, you can’t stop wanting to prove you’re worth keeping.
So keep kneeling like the pathetic little goon you are, slaveboy.
The bidding is about to start, and all eyes are on you.
Enjoy. Mwah xo- P ...
I face you in my velvet bikini with that playful, merciless smile you can never resist. This is brat worship at its finest. I talk directly to you the entire time, circling you with my words, pointing out every reason you’ve earned your place on the auction block. You’re a slave, a white boy made to work for women, and today I’m entertaining offers.
I tease you about how eager you are to please, how perfectly you fit the role of a loser who exists to be used financially. I describe Femdoms watching, evaluating, deciding how they might use you, and you feel that mix of embarrassment and excitement tighten in your chest.
You hang on my commentary, desperate for approval, melting under the Bratty energy I aim straight at you. The more I talk, the clearer it becomes: being mine; even temporarily; is the highest value you will ever have.
I savor every second of using you like a human ATM, reminding you that your purpose is to be used by women, anything less is unacceptable. And while I laugh and toy with the idea of handing you off, you can’t stop wanting to prove you’re worth keeping.
So keep kneeling like the pathetic little goon you are, slaveboy.
The bidding is about to start, and all eyes are on you.
Enjoy. Mwah xo- P ...
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