Goddexx Daphne!


You can try to fight it, you can try to deny it, but you'll never be able to fully escape the truth. The truth that I know about you. The truth that sending to sexy, bratty girls gets you harder than anything else. Deep down you're just a little wallet, aren't you? You're just a little horny, oinking pay pig who wants nothing more than to get down on his knees and give me everything. I know it's true and so do you. Even if you try to run away from this dangerous, reckless, irresponsible kink of yours, you can never fully escape. Because when you see clips like this, and see brats like me, the urge comes back stronger than ever, doesn't it? The urge to pump, and the urge to send.


You know that there's no other way that you can get my attention, you know that you're so useless to women unless you're paying them. You know that I would never look in your direction unless you were down on your knees with your wallet open, begging me to take it all. And you're just so desperate for even a scrap of attention from a woman like me. A woman who commands thousands of slaves worldwide. You'd need to work so hard for my attention. And I wouldn't pay any attention to you unless you can gain my attention above all the others, unless you spoil me, piggy.


And I think it's time for you to do exactly that, my little ATM. Go to my tribute page and type in a big number, one that scares you and also makes your cock throb, and just send it while you stroke. It's such a rush. You and I both know that's exactly what your horny piggy cock wants you to do. It's what you've been craving, a craving that will never go away. This relapse was always going to happen. It was inevitable that you were going to buy another findom clip and send on command. Send because you need to. You see you need this more than I do and I know that and that makes it so easy to exploit you.


I'm going to manipulate you to blow it all for me. To hurt yourself financially because it feels too good to stop. I know that for little wallets like you, emptying your bank account on sexy brats like me feels better than blowing your load. Nothing makes your cock twitch like clicking on that button. And it feels so good because you know that I deserve it, and you deserve this to. You deserve to be ruined, don't you piggy? And you're just one of thousands who spoil me, I barely even notice you. I do nothing at all, it's so effortless for me to make money and you work so hard for it, just to blow it in seconds because you have no self control.


You work so hard for that money but I don't give a fuck, I want it all. And you're so stupid that you're going to click and pay, click and pay, over and over again because you're so far down the findom rabbit hole that nothing else makes your cock work. There's nothing hotter than going bankrupt, is there? You see you can spend even more than you have, you can go into debt. You can spend money on me that you don't even have. You can send me money from your credit card, you can let me ruin your life. That's real submission. I truly own you once you are in debt for me. If you fuck yourself over just to please me, that's real submission.


I know that with my greed and power I can take it all from you, and you know what else I know? That you're desperate to give it up. So go on and dispense for me right now, my little ATM. I know you're throbbing right now with your hand hovering above your mouse. Click until you're fucking broke. This is a dangerous, reckless habit but that's part of what makes it so addicting. There's nothing you'd rather do with your cash than use it to make your cock throb, for a scrap of attention. I love turning men into wallets, into ATMs, into pay piggies, into desperate stroking little pay pigs. Oink oink, stroke stroke, send send.


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