There is always one word I hear again and again when men compliment my body….priceless! Don’t you agree? Wouldn’t you pay any amount if it meant you could kiss me, or taste my pussy, or if you were to be so lucky-fuck me? Well see, here’s the thing about that. Handing your wallet or card over to me one time isn’t enough. You have to agree to surrender to this findom phone sex mistress, every time, all the time, no matter what I want or how often I want it, or whatever the expense…to you naturally. It needs to be understood that your purpose is to make me happy at any cost. In turn, you are graciously rewarded with my time, my company, my conversation. I might even be willing to flash you my gorgeous million dollar smile with these soft, succulent lips of mine. Another perk of being my financial subbie slave is, you get to watch as I try on the many new sets of lingerie you will buy me. And you will get to be my sole audience as I do my own runway walk, showing off all the new heels and sexy outfits you will pay for. When you want to go out and have a nice romantic dinner, but obviously not with your wife, you will be granted permission to beg me to be your arm candy for the night, everyone staring enviously as we walk through a classy, elegant restaurant toward our VIP table. If you wish me to allow us to hold hands, of course that will cost you extra. Just keep in mind that you are my phone sex pay pig and whatever your goddess wants, she gets. And all you have to do is be the perfect human ATM subbie willingly surrendering to my every whim. Which clearly will always involve you spending all of your hard earned cash-on me. We can discuss the details regarding the fees you will pay for various things aside from gifts and gift cards and shopping sprees. There is a cost for everything, my pathetic cash cow. But I am worth every single dollar, and you know it!