er and another. I call you out for being weak, for being obsessed, for needing my approval so badly that you crumble the moment I point to my toes.

By the end you are clinging to every word that leaves my mouth, completely undone and needy at my feet. I let you get right to the edge, trembling and begging for permission, and then I kick your hand away like the desperate little toy you are. I tell you that you dont get to come unless you send an amount that actually pleases me. Your release is earned only through tribute, and until you hit the number I want, you stay denied and aching for your bratty goddess.

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You already know what you’re here for. I tease you with my high heels, turning my foot just enough for you to see the curve, and I tell you to send your first tribute like the pathetic little paypig you are. I let you stare and ache while I remind you that you are only worth what you can give me. Nothing more.

Every time I slip my heel off, I demand another tribute. Every time I flex my toes, you send again. I let you lick my soles, slow and desperate, while I laugh at how easily I control you. I tell you that serving at my feet is the closest you will ever get to having a purpose. You obey because you are addicted to proving your devotion to me.

I press my bare foot to your lips and make you thank me for humiliating you. I make you tell me that your money belongs to me. I make you prove it with another tribute and another and another. I call you out for being weak, for being obsessed, for needing my approval so badly that you crumble the moment I point to my toes.

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