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My name is June Stuart. I talk to weird men for a living. Or at least, I talk to men about weird things. And their dicks. And other dicks. I talk about dicks for a living, basically. I love my job. Mostly I talk to fun happy guys about silly stuff. But for a long time, I found a certain kind of caller to be difficult. Men who were combative. Reserved men who needed to be forced or coerced or manipulated in order to admit their weaknesses. I didn't know why they were always so shut off.

But I had a breakthrough recently! Yay! I have found a way in and I am having fun fucking with all you tortured hot and cold types now. Especially financially. So if you are a pay pig, watch out! I am amped up about my newest fetish interest and I can't wait to toy with you and take from you.

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So, what happens when you spend all your money on a beautiful powerful Goddess who plays you like a fiddle? You come a little unglued. A little unraveled. I know most people say that is a bad thing, but I am not so sure. I think you are a human, not a robot. You need to feel a little crazy sometimes. Or a lot crazy. Or exactly as crazy as I want you to feel. I am doing you a favor stripping you bare. Cracking you open.

Most of my callers are thoughtful and generous because they appreciate me. But you FinDom guys rarely send tributes unless you are forced, right? So, since you feel the need to treat this like a game, I am going to play to win. I don't need your money. But I am going to take more and more and more of it just because I can. Because I love having the power to humble you and put you in your place. At my feet. Begging for mercy.

One of the things that helped me see the light - or the dark, in this case - was the realization that I will spend your money way better than you would. If I didn't take your money away from you, you would surely squander it on some depraved interest or other. It makes far more sense for me to spend it on fabulous treats for me. At least I know how to enjoy life. :) Maybe this way you can enjoy your money vicariously through me. Maybe your fucked up sexuality might serve a higher purpose through your worship of Goddess.

Cry all you want, but I know this is what's best for you. You need to make a fool of yourself for my amusement. You need to give more more more. And then go work hard so you can afford to call again.

Your money makes me happy. Your fetish cracks me up. It's that simple. I am taking what I want. Admit that you are funny weird little pay pig. Oink! Oink! Admit that your little dick gets hard any time you send me money and make me laugh.

Or don't. Maybe you are not a financial clown. Maybe you are just a masochist. That is fine, too. I have always been a Sadist when it comes to physical pain. Now I am excited about roughing you up financially.

Send your first tribute and then call to amuse me now. I am excited to poke your soft underbelly and empty your wallet.