Goddess Mina Thorne

Are you trying to impress me? Well that is going to make you go quite broke. You see the only way you could impress me is with your cash. It's the only thing I could want from you, you have nothing else to offer. I'm not interested in having a conversation or getting to know someone so below me. The only thing that I have interest in is turning you into my l*ttle piggy bank. You see you're nothing more than a wallet to me. And that fact turns you on and I know how to make weak minded men like you so pliable.

I know I turn you on, it's what pulled you in in the first place. And now that you can't take your eyes off of me, you're already feeling your resolve weakening. You're feeling that twitch in your c*ck. And I know what to do with it. Start stroking it. Your d*ck is such an effective tool to be used against you. Because once you start j*rking, your mind becomes like putty. You'll do anything as long as I let you keep j*rking to me. And that's when I'll strike. That's when it gets to easy for me to drain you. To train your mind, to condition you to be my obedient j*rking piggy bank.

I know you want to mean something to me. And the only way you could have any value to me, is by paying. And I'm not talking about paltry amounts. You know I deserve more. Keep j*rking so this will all make so much more sense to you. I allow you to feel things, you can't experience any other way. My body is just a tool to bring you in. Then my words, my seduction, my manipulation goes to work. Breaking you down, making you so weak.

I let you stroke but only as a means to the ends that I want. Stroke faster my l*ttle puppet. It's making your hornier and more mindless. Do you know what feels good? Being useful to me. And that's by being a good l*ttle money sl*ve, a generous piggy bank. You want to give me your money. You feel it. I don't need it, I simply want it. And I always get what I want from men like you who are too weak to say no to me. To mindless to resist me. And each stroke is breaking you down even more.

J*rk away those brain cells, j*rk away your ability to rationalize, j*rk away until there's nothing left but of a shell of the man you were. Just shed that old identity. You want nothing more than to be my wallet. And the truth is you want to pay me more than I want your money. You need to pay me more than I need your money. You want that d*ck to keep twitching and the only way to do that is by paying. I know you're on the edge, you're getting closer to cumming and you don't want to stop, do you? You want to experience that financial domination *rgasm, the most intense kind you've ever felt. Nothing else compares. Nothing else ever will. You will learn that pleasure comes through paying.

Nothing Else Compares To A Findom *rgasm, You Can Never Go Back