I love hearing you beg me to let you spend your paycheck on me because you’re such a pathetic loser, you’re willing to sacrifice every penny you make for my undivided attention. What’s the matter? Doesn’t anybody love you? Or do you have a tiny dick that keeps you from ever keeping a woman? No wonder you hunger for my affection. You really worship me, don’t you? You’re such a good little findom phone sex pay pig. My happiness is the only thing that matters to you, doesn’t it, baby? Even if you let me treat you like a human ATM and drain your bank account on findom phone sex, all you care about is how to please me and show me your relentless devotion. That’s how it should be!
You obviously understand that I am a Mistress who should be worshiped at all times. Whatever I desire is all that matters. Well… what I desire is your credit card. I expect to see a big fat tip for all the time I sacrifice for you. A good and loyal findom phone sex subbie knows to lavish me with tributes and spare no expense on the calls he purchases. It’s a win-win! You like surrendering all of your money to me, and I love taking it!! Speaking of which, isn’t it time you called me? There are no limits when it comes to me, baby. You know I’m worth every penny! Don’t you ever forget Fallon is in charge!
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I am going to take your money on our financial domination phone sex calls. I’ve always known I was pretty. Not just sweet or soft or harmless-no, I’m the kind of beautiful that men mistake for salvation until they realize I’m the storm. It’s a weapon, and I sharpen it every time a man thinks he’s in control. A glance, a laugh, a brush of skin—that’s all it takes. They’re eager, desperate, already reaching for their cards before I’ve even asked. And I never do ask. I imply. I let them offer, let them beg to be useful. I don’t want love—I want leverage. And when they think giving me everything will make them irreplaceable, I smile, thank them… and remind them how easily I forget names.



