Findom: Money Goddess Counts Money and Makes You Worship Her Cleavage and Feet
MY LUXURY IS YOUR GOAL. MY MONEY COUNTING MACHINE IS BROKEN!
I am the Princess Luciferina. I am the Mistress of your soul.
Look closely at these hands. At these extra long nails. They were created not for work, but for taking. To take everything that is rightfully mine. And now they are bathed in your devotion, your sacrifice, your gold. Look at these wads! Hundreds of thousands of dollars. They crunch so pleasantly, these crisp, power-scented dollar bills. My money-counting machine will soon break from so much money. It can't handle the pace at which you worthless creatures are bringing me your pitiful savings. You, loser. You, who are watching this video right now, do you know whose money this is? It was your money. Your measly, hard-earned savings. But now they are mine. Every last cent. You were born to serve me, and your only joy in life is seeing me enjoy what you have given me. I lie here on this blanket of soft, luxurious fox fur, and throw your money around. It crunches under my feet as I casually step over it. It is the dirt I use to strew my ****. Worship my feet, my sexy cleavage, my huge breasts and my nails! Pay for my manicure and my pedicure, slave! Your goal is to pay my bills. Your only goal is to provide this luxury you see. My diamonds, my furs, my travels, my idleness – all paid for by your slavery, your insignificance. I am your Everything. I am the one for whom you breathe, the one for whom you work, the one for whom you exist. My boundless love for myself is fueled by your boundless devotion. You have no right to anything other than the opportunity to serve me. My demon, Sorath, my Primordial Fire, it exists only to direct your pathetic will toward me. It makes you see me as your absolute, sole Mistress. It makes you realize that your happiness is my pleasure. And now, worthless one, I give you this command:
If you want to feel needed even for a moment, if you want your life to have any meaning, you must give. Give everything. Give me your ...
I am the Princess Luciferina. I am the Mistress of your soul.
Look closely at these hands. At these extra long nails. They were created not for work, but for taking. To take everything that is rightfully mine. And now they are bathed in your devotion, your sacrifice, your gold. Look at these wads! Hundreds of thousands of dollars. They crunch so pleasantly, these crisp, power-scented dollar bills. My money-counting machine will soon break from so much money. It can't handle the pace at which you worthless creatures are bringing me your pitiful savings. You, loser. You, who are watching this video right now, do you know whose money this is? It was your money. Your measly, hard-earned savings. But now they are mine. Every last cent. You were born to serve me, and your only joy in life is seeing me enjoy what you have given me. I lie here on this blanket of soft, luxurious fox fur, and throw your money around. It crunches under my feet as I casually step over it. It is the dirt I use to strew my ****. Worship my feet, my sexy cleavage, my huge breasts and my nails! Pay for my manicure and my pedicure, slave! Your goal is to pay my bills. Your only goal is to provide this luxury you see. My diamonds, my furs, my travels, my idleness – all paid for by your slavery, your insignificance. I am your Everything. I am the one for whom you breathe, the one for whom you work, the one for whom you exist. My boundless love for myself is fueled by your boundless devotion. You have no right to anything other than the opportunity to serve me. My demon, Sorath, my Primordial Fire, it exists only to direct your pathetic will toward me. It makes you see me as your absolute, sole Mistress. It makes you realize that your happiness is my pleasure. And now, worthless one, I give you this command:
If you want to feel needed even for a moment, if you want your life to have any meaning, you must give. Give everything. Give me your ...
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