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Goddess Ariana Banks

@worshipariana

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𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓛𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

I’m the kind of woman who turns heads the moment I step into a room—not because I’m trying, but because power like mine can’t be ignored. Thick, juicy curves that were made to be worshipped, especially my ass—it's the first thing people notice and the last thing they forget. My thighs are soft and strong, perfect for face-sitting sessions that leave you breathless and addicted. I keep my look effortless but commanding: long, manicured nails, minimal makeup because I am the beauty standard, and outfits that cling to every inch of my figure, daring you to stare while knowing you’ll never deserve a single touch.

My style of fetish is unapologetic and bratty Findom Femdom. I don’t ask for your wallet, I expect it. I love turning weak-willed betas into paypigs, footstools, or my personal ATM. Whether I’m squishing you under my ass, yanking your panties for a bratty wedgie, or casually humiliating you while ignoring your existence, it’s always on my terms. I’m playful and cruel, mixing teasing mockery with ruthless domination. I don’t need to raise my voice; my indifference to your desperation is enough to have you begging for crumbs of my attention.

I thrive on control—not through screaming or theatrics—but through a cold, casual aura that says “You exist for my entertainment.” I enjoy making you think you have a chance, just to pull it away and watch you crumble. It’s not just about the physical acts—it’s the mind games, the way I can twist your thoughts until serving me feels like your only purpose.

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓛𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

I’m the kind of woman who turns heads the moment I step into a room—not because I’m trying, but because power like mine can’t be ignored. Thick, juicy curves that were made to be worshipped, especially my ass—it's the first thing people notice and the last thing they forget. My thighs are soft and strong, perfect for face-sitting sessions that leave you breathless and addicted. I keep my look effortless but commanding: long, manicured nails, minimal makeup because I am the beauty standard, and outfits that cling to every inch of my figure, daring you to stare while knowing you’ll never deserve a single touch.

My style of fetish is unapologetic and bratty Findom Femdom. I don’t ask for your wallet, I expect it. I love turning weak-willed betas into paypigs, footstools, or my personal ATM. Whether I’m squishing you under my ass, yanking your panties for a bratty wedgie, or casually humiliating you while ignoring your existence, it’s always on my terms. I’m playful and cruel, mixing teasing mockery with ruthless domination. I don’t need to raise my voice; my indifference to your desperation is enough to have you begging for crumbs of my attention.

I thrive on control—not through screaming or theatrics—but through a cold, casual aura that says “You exist for my entertainment.” I enjoy making you think you have a chance, just to pull it away and watch you crumble. It’s not just about the physical acts—it’s the mind games, the way I can twist your thoughts until serving me feels like your only purpose.

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Goddess Ariana Banks @worshipariana

Help Me Get Ready to Ditch You - Pedicure, Hair Brushing & Human Furniture Slave Training

I’ve decided it’s time for Slavid to take on more responsibilities in serving me. Instead of doing my own beauty routine before going out, I’m training him to handle it for me. His pedicure training starts here—he already worships my feet perfectly, so clipping, filing, painting my toes and buffing them smooth should be the least he can do. Of course, he struggles, and his performance guarantees future consequences for disappointing me.

Next, I have him brush my hair, because maintaining my straight, shiny, gorgeous hair is essential. Anyone who worships me knows how much they love my hair, so he needs to learn how to care for it properly.

Once he’s finished, I turn him into the human furniture he was meant to be. First a footstool while my toenails dry, then a step stool where his trampling training actually becomes useful. I stand on him full weight to admire myself in the mirror and give one last look before heading out—without him, obviously.

While he’s getting me ready, I remind him exactly where he stands in my world: at home, waiting, while I go out, have fun, and enjoy whoever I want. The perfect reminder of the cuck he is....

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