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Chatyou’ve stumbled into the realm of an exulted Woman, free from the bounds of pedestrian reality. I’ve created My own world. your only purpose, and your greatest honor while here, is to put service toward My wants and fund my whims. All the while, I control your mind, your orgasms, every last cent in your account. if you’re especially lucky, with time, your entire life.
Still hard and stupid? Good boy. Keep reading.
I’m Avery Lane. I’m tall, devastating, and completely in control. Long legs that turn even the strongest of men weak. Flowing dark hair you’ll never feel slide against your skin. Plump lips that only curl when you’re in true submission in the name of My pleasure.
I’m the architect of your sexual ruin and the deity of your simpiest fantasies. My world is built on excess, power, and the exquisite sound of tributes hitting my account while you beg for the privilege to touch yourself.
I find pleasure in:
- Wallet Draining
- JOI
- Orgasm Denial
- Cuckoldry
- Chastity
- Humiliation/SPH
- Tease/Denial
- Being Worshipped Head to Toe
- Psychological F*ckery
And a number of others tucked in. They all genuinely soak me through...and always on the radar for new, enticing ways eager beta's can sacrifice for Me with a dick in one hand and their credit card in the other.
you are not a lover. you’re barely a man. And while you’re here, you are no better than livestock. A human ATM. A desperate little…thing. Aching to be used and drained dry in so many ways, while I delight in describing just how I’d never let your worthless dick near me.
I’m literally laughing at the thought.
you exist to fund my easy life. you work, I spend. you ache, I cum. I win. It’s the natural order, and you’re already too enraptured to resist.
Still here? Then it’s time to put that attention to use for Me.
I only talk to subs who know their true place is beneath me, putting Me first in every way. If you’re ready to hand over your self-control and credit limit to a high caliber Woman who gets wet watching you suffer…
Call, chat, tribute. Prove your devotion. Show Me you were born to fund a Goddess while you leak and suffer for My amusement.
Eight photos of what you'll never afford, never deserve, and never feel against your desperate skin. Buy it. Goon over it. Send Me a message about how pathetic you feel. Then buy it again next week when you forget how much it hurt.
Five escalating wallet drain tasks, each one designed to empty you a little more than the last. I'll tell you exactly how much to send, when to send it, and what pathetic thoughts should be running through your empty little head while you do.