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Holiday Greed & Ruin – Financial Surrender Under My Power – Findom Femdom – Sara Desire XO – MP3
You came here because Christmas isn’t about friends, love, or gifts… it’s about tribute. It’s about bending, breaking, and emptying yourself for a woman who owns you. In this immersive holiday Findom femdom session, I slip inside your head and make you feel every ounce of that financial ache. The stockings are hung, the lights are glowing, and your wallet is already trembling. I talk to you like the pathetic little paypig you’ve always been my holiday toy, my ATM, my obedient tribute pet who gets hard the moment I say “pay.”
You want to be used? Perfect. Because Christmas is when I take more. More control. More cash. More power. I make you whisper how good it feels to be drained. I make you admit that giving to me hurts in all the right places. You stroke to the sound of my voice while I tease you into arousal, shame, humiliation, and obedience, until spending becomes instinct. My pleasure becomes your purpose.
Your orgasm? That doesn’t belong to you. Your money? That was always mine. Your dignity? Consider it wrapped in a bow on my doorstep. You exist to spoil me, worship me, and **** yourself in holiday debt for my amusement.
So here it is your Christmas punishment and reward:
Pay. Submit. Stroke. Obey.
Make tribute, ruin your bank account for me, and prove what Christmas really means: you sacrifice, I shine.
You want to be used? Perfect. Because Christmas is when I take more. More control. More cash. More power. I make you whisper how good it feels to be drained. I make you admit that giving to me hurts in all the right places. You stroke to the sound of my voice while I tease you into arousal, shame, humiliation, and obedience, until spending becomes instinct. My pleasure becomes your purpose.
Your orgasm? That doesn’t belong to you. Your money? That was always mine. Your dignity? Consider it wrapped in a bow on my doorstep. You exist to spoil me, worship me, and **** yourself in holiday debt for my amusement.
So here it is your Christmas punishment and reward:
Pay. Submit. Stroke. Obey.
Make tribute, ruin your bank account for me, and prove what Christmas really means: you sacrifice, I shine.
You came here because Christmas isn’t about friends, love, or gifts… it’s about tribute. It’s about bending, breaking, and emptying yourself for a woman who owns you. In this immersive holiday Findom femdom session, I slip inside your head and make you feel every ounce of that financial ache. The stockings are hung, the lights are glowing, and your wallet is already trembling. I talk to you like the pathetic little paypig you’ve always been my holiday toy, my ATM, my obedient tribute pet who gets hard the moment I say “pay.”
You want to be used? Perfect. Because Christmas is when I take more. More control. More cash. More power. I make you whisper how good it feels to be drained. I make you admit that giving to me hurts in all the right places. You stroke to the sound of my voice while I tease you into arousal, shame, humiliation, and obedience, until spending becomes instinct. My pleasure becomes your purpose.
Your orgasm? That doesn’t belong to you. Your money? That was always mine. Your dignity? Consider it wrapped in a bow on my doorstep. You exist to spoil me, worship me, and **** yourself in holiday debt for my amusement.
So here it is your Christmas punishment and reward:
Pay. Submit. Stroke. Obey.
Make tribute, ruin your bank account for me, and prove what Christmas really means: you sacrifice, I shine.
You want to be used? Perfect. Because Christmas is when I take more. More control. More cash. More power. I make you whisper how good it feels to be drained. I make you admit that giving to me hurts in all the right places. You stroke to the sound of my voice while I tease you into arousal, shame, humiliation, and obedience, until spending becomes instinct. My pleasure becomes your purpose.
Your orgasm? That doesn’t belong to you. Your money? That was always mine. Your dignity? Consider it wrapped in a bow on my doorstep. You exist to spoil me, worship me, and **** yourself in holiday debt for my amusement.
So here it is your Christmas punishment and reward:
Pay. Submit. Stroke. Obey.
Make tribute, ruin your bank account for me, and prove what Christmas really means: you sacrifice, I shine.
