Italian Tall Findomme, I will be above you anyway, so stop resisting and start to impress me. I can be soft, but the more you will crawl back to me and the more greedy and evil I'll become.

Now your mind is filled with thoughts about me, checking my page helplessly again and again wanting to find a way to give me more.

You are nothing for me. Maybe you’ll be something after I'll be completely satisfied, but still, I don't need you. Now you are shifting into my dominion and my control will take you in places you just dreamed of.

You’re weak. I want to see you on your knees beggin to be ignored, obsessing over my perfect body fantasizing about me all day. Show me your worth and your devotion, paradise and hell are in the same place here.

Tribute is 30, don't you dare contact me without it.