Oh, I hate it when someone comes into the chat asking to show something or asking to turn on the audio, be polite, damn it, there's another person behind the screen here too!!!

I delete all the chats of those who are of no use to me, you can send me a message later and I won't remember you! Do you want my attention and don't have any money? Get a second job, do a side job, I don't give a shit about you. Do you want to be a fool? Be honest!

While you wake up for an ordinary day, I wake up to be worshiped and served. Start your day as you should: by sending. 🫴🏻😚

I just want to hear a "I did it, I sent it, it's done and thank you ma'am" you keep all your excuses, your reasons to yourself and only look for me when you can afford my pleasure.

May your day be productive and may every effort you make turn into something for me! ✨ Remember: you work, I enjoy.

Submission is freedom. When you find someone worthy of your trust, control becomes a beautiful, consensual exchange of power. Here's to those who understand the true meaning of mutual respect.

You are completely disposable. I don't care about your status, your power, or how much money you have. The only value you have is the way you treat me and revere me. Serve me as I demand, as I deserve, or I will abandon you without a second thought.

Out there, you can be content with being enough. At work, being functional. With family, just the basics. But with me, the bare minimum doesn't exist. You will be impeccable, dedicated, and tireless. The ordinary is not acceptable when you are serving a goddess.

tribute is to show interest, respect, a need for service, if that is what you think you will receive in return, look for another.

“Oh, but is there a discount?” Blocked. “Would you do it for this price?” Blocked. I set the price. “Oh, but is there a preview?” Blocked. “Can you do it now?” Blocked. In case you didn’t know, I have a life and I don’t just sit around waiting, with my arms crossed, for someone to call me.

Your sex life doesn't exist, it's all about sending your money to my account day after day while you work on this unfinished penis project.

From the moment you send it to me and I make a fool of you in so many ways, and then block me, I can understand the damage I've done to your miserable little head. And the best part: you'll come crawling back, begging to be DEVOURED again.