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Matriarchal Money Sessions 2 Under your Skin, Audio FinDom Therapy Series with Miss Devora Moore ft Femdom POV, Humiliation, Submissive Training, Mant
You are no longer even a vessel.
You are a ghost of desire, stripped of pretense, existing only to fund My divine whims.
In Session 2, you will be ritualistically broken:
Your ego shredded by physical humiliations.
Your flaws reduced to transactional digits.
Your body re-wired as a tribute machine – throbbing not for pleasure, but for the agony of emptying itself at My command.
This is financial domination as soul-erasure.
Eight stages of irreversible collapse.
Each dollar you surrender scalds your identity away.
Each task brands you deeper: worthless, desperate, and forever Mommy’s piggy-bitch.
There will be no escape.
There will be no self left.
Only Me – your Matriarch, your Mommy – and the euphoric shame of becoming My living wallet: drained, obedient, and eternally hungry for the next demand.
In the First Session, you were merely initiated.
Clothed, yes—but already unmoored. Your mind softening beneath My voice like wax beneath flame.
Now, in Session 2, you strip.
Not because you want to.
Not because you’re aroused.
But because I say so—and the moment you hesitate, you remember: your body is not yours. It is My audit site. My inspection log.
You stand before the mirror at My command.
Naked. Trembling. Mine.
And as you stare at your reflection, I name every flaw like a sacrament:
Too soft here.
Too weak there.
All of it… monetized.
I charge you for being seen.
For being not enough.
And you pay—because refusal is no longer a language your nervous system speaks.
You won’t even notice how hollowed you’ve become.
Not while My voice drapes over your mind like silk chains:
Gentle.
Soothing.
Unbreakable.
By the time you realize you no longer remember your name…
You’ll only know your account balance—and My pleasure.
And that will be exactly as it should be.
You will receive specific tribute amounts—personalized to your physicality—so know your waist measurement and have your phone or computer open to your banking app.
Because obedience isn’t measured in want
You are a ghost of desire, stripped of pretense, existing only to fund My divine whims.
In Session 2, you will be ritualistically broken:
Your ego shredded by physical humiliations.
Your flaws reduced to transactional digits.
Your body re-wired as a tribute machine – throbbing not for pleasure, but for the agony of emptying itself at My command.
This is financial domination as soul-erasure.
Eight stages of irreversible collapse.
Each dollar you surrender scalds your identity away.
Each task brands you deeper: worthless, desperate, and forever Mommy’s piggy-bitch.
There will be no escape.
There will be no self left.
Only Me – your Matriarch, your Mommy – and the euphoric shame of becoming My living wallet: drained, obedient, and eternally hungry for the next demand.
In the First Session, you were merely initiated.
Clothed, yes—but already unmoored. Your mind softening beneath My voice like wax beneath flame.
Now, in Session 2, you strip.
Not because you want to.
Not because you’re aroused.
But because I say so—and the moment you hesitate, you remember: your body is not yours. It is My audit site. My inspection log.
You stand before the mirror at My command.
Naked. Trembling. Mine.
And as you stare at your reflection, I name every flaw like a sacrament:
Too soft here.
Too weak there.
All of it… monetized.
I charge you for being seen.
For being not enough.
And you pay—because refusal is no longer a language your nervous system speaks.
You won’t even notice how hollowed you’ve become.
Not while My voice drapes over your mind like silk chains:
Gentle.
Soothing.
Unbreakable.
By the time you realize you no longer remember your name…
You’ll only know your account balance—and My pleasure.
And that will be exactly as it should be.
You will receive specific tribute amounts—personalized to your physicality—so know your waist measurement and have your phone or computer open to your banking app.
Because obedience isn’t measured in want
You are no longer even a vessel.
You are a ghost of desire, stripped of pretense, existing only to fund My divine whims.
In Session 2, you will be ritualistically broken:
Your ego shredded by physical humiliations.
Your flaws reduced to transactional digits.
Your body re-wired as a tribute machine – throbbing not for pleasure, but for the agony of emptying itself at My command.
This is financial domination as soul-erasure.
Eight stages of irreversible collapse.
Each dollar you surrender scalds your identity away.
Each task brands you deeper: worthless, desperate, and forever Mommy’s piggy-bitch.
There will be no escape.
There will be no self left.
Only Me – your Matriarch, your Mommy – and the euphoric shame of becoming My living wallet: drained, obedient, and eternally hungry for the next demand.
In the First Session, you were merely initiated.
Clothed, yes—but already unmoored. Your mind softening beneath My voice like wax beneath flame.
Now, in Session 2, you strip.
Not because you want to.
Not because you’re aroused.
But because I say so—and the moment you hesitate, you remember: your body is not yours. It is My audit site. My inspection log.
You stand before the mirror at My command.
Naked. Trembling. Mine.
And as you stare at your reflection, I name every flaw like a sacrament:
Too soft here.
Too weak there.
All of it… monetized.
I charge you for being seen.
For being not enough.
And you pay—because refusal is no longer a language your nervous system speaks.
You won’t even notice how hollowed you’ve become.
Not while My voice drapes over your mind like silk chains:
Gentle.
Soothing.
Unbreakable.
By the time you realize you no longer remember your name…
You’ll only know your account balance—and My pleasure.
And that will be exactly as it should be.
You will receive specific tribute amounts—personalized to your physicality—so know your waist measurement and have your phone or computer open to your banking app.
Because obedience isn’t measured in want
You are a ghost of desire, stripped of pretense, existing only to fund My divine whims.
In Session 2, you will be ritualistically broken:
Your ego shredded by physical humiliations.
Your flaws reduced to transactional digits.
Your body re-wired as a tribute machine – throbbing not for pleasure, but for the agony of emptying itself at My command.
This is financial domination as soul-erasure.
Eight stages of irreversible collapse.
Each dollar you surrender scalds your identity away.
Each task brands you deeper: worthless, desperate, and forever Mommy’s piggy-bitch.
There will be no escape.
There will be no self left.
Only Me – your Matriarch, your Mommy – and the euphoric shame of becoming My living wallet: drained, obedient, and eternally hungry for the next demand.
In the First Session, you were merely initiated.
Clothed, yes—but already unmoored. Your mind softening beneath My voice like wax beneath flame.
Now, in Session 2, you strip.
Not because you want to.
Not because you’re aroused.
But because I say so—and the moment you hesitate, you remember: your body is not yours. It is My audit site. My inspection log.
You stand before the mirror at My command.
Naked. Trembling. Mine.
And as you stare at your reflection, I name every flaw like a sacrament:
Too soft here.
Too weak there.
All of it… monetized.
I charge you for being seen.
For being not enough.
And you pay—because refusal is no longer a language your nervous system speaks.
You won’t even notice how hollowed you’ve become.
Not while My voice drapes over your mind like silk chains:
Gentle.
Soothing.
Unbreakable.
By the time you realize you no longer remember your name…
You’ll only know your account balance—and My pleasure.
And that will be exactly as it should be.
You will receive specific tribute amounts—personalized to your physicality—so know your waist measurement and have your phone or computer open to your banking app.
Because obedience isn’t measured in want
