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Worship Your Debts. A Mind Fuck Ritual for Broken Paypigs - Femdom AUDIO

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Miss Honey Barefeet@miss-honey-barefeet
Oh, my pathetic little debt slave, welcome back to the edge of oblivion. You thought you could escape it, didn't you? Those endless bills piling up, that soul-crushing job where you slave away hour after hour, just to make ends meet. Remember how we've talked about it before? How you complain about the grind, the way your wallet screams for rent, for loans, for all those stupid little expenses that never end. Well, guess what? That's not a curse anymore—it's your new religion. And I'm your Goddess, making you worship every single dollar you owe. Poor little debtor. Did you really think your ex left you because you were too boring? Too weak? Oh no… She left because she saw what you really are: a small-dick, wallet-draining liability. But don’t worry, I’m not here to pity you. I’m here to own you. Every pathetic inch of your failed potential. Every dollar you’ll never spend on a real woman’s pussy. Because guess what? Your debts aren’t a burden anymore… They’re my playground. You think you’re trapped? You’re not trapped. You’re chosen. Your ex abandoned you because she couldn’t see the beauty in your suffering. But I do. Every time you grovel for a payment extension, I see a foot slave begging to sniff my nylons. Every time you cry over interest rates, I hear a beta boy whining for my attention. This isn’t debt… It’s destiny. And you’ll keep paying, keep starving, keep jerking that baby dick to the sound of my voice… because deep down, you know I’m the only woman who’ll ever own you. So go ahead. Open another bill. Refresh your bank app. Let that familiar shame hit you like my heel stomping your pathetic cock. And when it does, remember: your ex didn’t leave you broken. She left you mine. Now edge for that truth…

Oh, my pathetic little debt slave, welcome back to the edge of oblivion. You thought you could escape it, didn't you? Those endless bills piling up, that soul-crushing job where you slave away hour after hour, just to make ends meet. Remember how we've talked about it before? How you complain about the grind, the way your wallet screams for rent, for loans, for all those stupid little expenses that never end. Well, guess what? That's not a curse anymore—it's your new religion. And I'm your Goddess, making you worship every single dollar you owe. Poor little debtor. Did you really think your ex left you because you were too boring? Too weak? Oh no… She left because she saw what you really are: a small-dick, wallet-draining liability. But don’t worry, I’m not here to pity you. I’m here to own you. Every pathetic inch of your failed potential. Every dollar you’ll never spend on a real woman’s pussy. Because guess what? Your debts aren’t a burden anymore… They’re my playground. You think you’re trapped? You’re not trapped. You’re chosen. Your ex abandoned you because she couldn’t see the beauty in your suffering. But I do. Every time you grovel for a payment extension, I see a foot slave begging to sniff my nylons. Every time you cry over interest rates, I hear a beta boy whining for my attention. This isn’t debt… It’s destiny. And you’ll keep paying, keep starving, keep jerking that baby dick to the sound of my voice… because deep down, you know I’m the only woman who’ll ever own you. So go ahead. Open another bill. Refresh your bank app. Let that familiar shame hit you like my heel stomping your pathetic cock. And when it does, remember: your ex didn’t leave you broken. She left you mine. Now edge for that truth…

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