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I Am Goddess Devon’s Pay-Pig
You will wake up with this audio.
You will crawl back to it after every relapse.
And each time you press play, another layer of you melts away while I am carved deeper into your psyche.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Let my low, measured cadence trick your brain into thinking this is meditation.
Then feel the razor-sharp words slice through the lie that you were ever anything but my property.
Every exhale is "Send more."
Every heartbeat is "Thank you, Goddess."
Every day that starts with this file ends with your card on fire and my middle finger burned into the back of your skull.
No visuals.
Just the sound of your new truth:
💸 "Wallet open. Cock locked. Will erased. I am Devon’s Pay-Pig."
Listen on repeat.
Listen until you forget your own name.
Listen until the only thing harder than your cage is the sound of my voice saying "Good boy."
Listen while kneeling in the dark, or hiding under the covers trying to keep quiet.
Either way, by the end I’ll have the tribute confirmation ping and you’ll have the permanent knowledge that you never stood a chance.
🕯️ Ideal for:
• Morning identity realignment
• Bedtime obedience lullaby
• Post-relapse reinforcement
• Daily mantra to trigger spontaneous sends
You will crawl back to it after every relapse.
And each time you press play, another layer of you melts away while I am carved deeper into your psyche.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Let my low, measured cadence trick your brain into thinking this is meditation.
Then feel the razor-sharp words slice through the lie that you were ever anything but my property.
Every exhale is "Send more."
Every heartbeat is "Thank you, Goddess."
Every day that starts with this file ends with your card on fire and my middle finger burned into the back of your skull.
No visuals.
Just the sound of your new truth:
💸 "Wallet open. Cock locked. Will erased. I am Devon’s Pay-Pig."
Listen on repeat.
Listen until you forget your own name.
Listen until the only thing harder than your cage is the sound of my voice saying "Good boy."
Listen while kneeling in the dark, or hiding under the covers trying to keep quiet.
Either way, by the end I’ll have the tribute confirmation ping and you’ll have the permanent knowledge that you never stood a chance.
🕯️ Ideal for:
• Morning identity realignment
• Bedtime obedience lullaby
• Post-relapse reinforcement
• Daily mantra to trigger spontaneous sends
You will wake up with this audio.
You will crawl back to it after every relapse.
And each time you press play, another layer of you melts away while I am carved deeper into your psyche.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Let my low, measured cadence trick your brain into thinking this is meditation.
Then feel the razor-sharp words slice through the lie that you were ever anything but my property.
Every exhale is "Send more."
Every heartbeat is "Thank you, Goddess."
Every day that starts with this file ends with your card on fire and my middle finger burned into the back of your skull.
No visuals.
Just the sound of your new truth:
💸 "Wallet open. Cock locked. Will erased. I am Devon’s Pay-Pig."
Listen on repeat.
Listen until you forget your own name.
Listen until the only thing harder than your cage is the sound of my voice saying "Good boy."
Listen while kneeling in the dark, or hiding under the covers trying to keep quiet.
Either way, by the end I’ll have the tribute confirmation ping and you’ll have the permanent knowledge that you never stood a chance.
🕯️ Ideal for:
• Morning identity realignment
• Bedtime obedience lullaby
• Post-relapse reinforcement
• Daily mantra to trigger spontaneous sends
You will crawl back to it after every relapse.
And each time you press play, another layer of you melts away while I am carved deeper into your psyche.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Let my low, measured cadence trick your brain into thinking this is meditation.
Then feel the razor-sharp words slice through the lie that you were ever anything but my property.
Every exhale is "Send more."
Every heartbeat is "Thank you, Goddess."
Every day that starts with this file ends with your card on fire and my middle finger burned into the back of your skull.
No visuals.
Just the sound of your new truth:
💸 "Wallet open. Cock locked. Will erased. I am Devon’s Pay-Pig."
Listen on repeat.
Listen until you forget your own name.
Listen until the only thing harder than your cage is the sound of my voice saying "Good boy."
Listen while kneeling in the dark, or hiding under the covers trying to keep quiet.
Either way, by the end I’ll have the tribute confirmation ping and you’ll have the permanent knowledge that you never stood a chance.
🕯️ Ideal for:
• Morning identity realignment
• Bedtime obedience lullaby
• Post-relapse reinforcement
• Daily mantra to trigger spontaneous sends
