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It's your last slave tax of the year, but you know it doesn't end there ... #findom #slavetax #tribute
It's time to show your gratitude. Pay your dues. #findom #tribute
You have a certain weakness, and you can't help it. Your obsessive thoughts are concerning, but also understandable. You can't stop thinking, fantasizing, about the images of my ass on your screen. You keep looking for a way to find more, scrolling through my timeline, checking for new updates on social media, going through old photos, just to find more, to get another glimpse, to be allowed to see more,... it's just not enough for you, you want more, and more, and more. It makes you so weak, so deeply submissive, so easy to control. You even want to hear about it....
Guild and shame are your constant faithful companions, they don't go away anywhere, do they? No matter what you do, no matter how much you try to deny it, they are simply there, for you, with you, all the time. No matter how much you stroke, and try to distract yourself, you always feel guilt, you always feel shame. It is something that will always accompany you when you look at porn, when you just simply try to satisfy the most basic human need.... But also, why wouldn't you? Someone like you? Oh you should be ashamed of yourself. Does it turn you on reading this? Does it excite you?
I know what you may be thinking right now. You are probably imagining yourself serving a beautiful Goddess, while on your knees. You may think it's a part of a fantasy. You may consider it a figure of speech. You think, that there is an option to get up. Well, that's interesting. ...
It's a special month for my slaves. Pay your Goddess tax. #findom #tribute #payyourdues
You have embraced comfortable findom, the kind that makes you feel the tingle, but it doesn't hurt. It's safe enough, it is controlled playground, that leaves you empty, bored, disappointed... But if you were to admit it ... You want to be pushed further than you’re ready for. To feel that tight grip of fear right before you break. You want the rush of losing what you thought made you safe. You want the silence after you’ve given everything, and there’s nothing left to protect you. Not even yourself. This is exposure. This is extraction. This is what it feels like when I hold all the power—and you have no choice but to watch your comfort vanish. Because that’s what turns you on the most: Being out of control, and knowing, you have been waiting for this moment ...
You should feel guilty. You should be ashamed. Ashamed of what you want. Ashamed of what you do. Ashamed of yourself. But let’s not lie to each other—none of that is going to stop you, is it? Because guilt doesn’t break the addiction. Shame doesn’t erase the desire. And pretending this is “just a phase” won’t save you from what you’ve become. You know exactly what you’re doing. You're not lost. You're not confused. You want pity? You haven’t earned it. You want forgiveness? You don’t deserve it. You want to play a victim? Your secret shame isn't a flaw—it's the core of who you are. You're indulging, fully aware, fully aroused... and fully owned by what you crave. This is a mirror held up to everything you hate to admit about yourself. And still—here you are. Hard. Weak. Guilty. Ready to obey the voice that makes you feel it all so much worse... because deep down, you know: You deserve it. #audio #humiliation #mindfuck #femdom #addiction #goddess #voicefetish
Nothing has looked as sad and pathetic as the physical proof of your own sad and pathetic orgasms. Something that should be a manifestation of happiness and joy, is actually quite the opposite for you. You can never truly really enjoy it. You can never be really satisfied. Yes, you can achieve the final objective and squeeze something out of your body that looks like a disgusting puddle of a mess that was the result of an endless anguishing build up that should've been exciting... but in your case, it is sad. It is really really sad to look at, and to realize, that this is it , you have achieved it, and you feel the stickiness under your fingers, and you see it, and it is the worst thing that can happen to you... .and it's just the beginning... SPH Humiliation
What if something changed today? What if something you thought you understood — your need, your desire, your habits — turned out to be a lie? You press play because you want to feel something. You think you know what that is. But you don’t. Not yet. All you have to do is listen. Let it unfold. Let it reach in and twist something that used to feel solid — your control, your craving, your identity. Is this about denial… or indulgence? Obedience… or freedom? Maybe you’ll know by the end. Maybe you won’t. But you’ll feel it. And that’s the part that will never let you go.
You say you worship women... but your browser history says otherwise. Every time you press play, where do your eyes go? Not to her lips, not to her body — but to his. The cock. That thick, pulsing, dripping cock sliding in and out... again and again. You need it. You ache for it. You want to feel it, touch it, taste it. You want to be surrounded, overwhelmed — filled. This isn’t just a fantasy anymore. It’s a full-blown cock orgy in your head, and you're on your knees at the center of it. No more denial. No more pretending. Just you, desperate and drooling, begging for every inch. cock worship, audio erotica, feminization, bisexual fantasy, cum addiction, submissive mindfuck, sissy shame, gay for cock, mind control, NSFW audio
Let’s talk about your secret — the tiny one. The one you hide from the world. You know exactly what I mean. That humiliating little disappointment between your legs. The one no real woman would waste her time on. The one that has never satisfied anyone — not even you. This isn’t just small penis humiliation. This is verbal emasculation, mockery, and deep psychological domination wrapped into a single, sharp-tongued takedown. You pretend it doesn’t affect you. You pretend it’s not true. But deep down, you know: you were never built to please. So keep it hidden. Keep your little failure tucked away. It’s not just small. It’s worthless. And it’s yours forever. Your tiniest, most pathetic little secret.
