I’ve been serving Goddess Ishtar for quite a long time now, and one of the (many) amazing things I appreciate about her is the continuously growing power that She shows.
It’s clear and evident by looking at the stories she publishes from time to time, describing sessions with her loyal slaves, or how she takes control of a new slave as soon as he joins her for a first session. In these stories you see with your eyes what she’s capable of, her words become like magnets, attracting more and more slaves to Her.
But another thing that keeps surprising me, it’s the effect she has on me. I mean ok, I’m submissive so we all know what it means when you find yourself in front of such a Goddess but… why do I always stop breathing when I see her?
There hasn’t been a single session with her that didn’t give me troubles in breathing. As soon as she opens her cam and looks into the camera, I get so caught up, so excited, so overwhelmed that yes, for some long seconds I simply stop breathing.
The intense look in her eyes is something that every slave should experience at least once in his life: you will not know what it means to be unable to move until you have Goddess Ishtar eyes looking right at you, with that fantastic expression on her face that clarifies who is in charge, who has the power to decide what’s going to happen in the next minutes/hours.
Some slaves I spoke to clearly told me their life changed completely since they met her: she took control of their life, she started pushing their limits harder and harder, making them unable to desire anything else but to serve Her, she gave a new meaning to their life. She made them happy.
And well…when it comes to pushing limits… I know very well what she’s capable of: my first real-time experience was with Her, and I still remember it VERY clearly in my mind. An unforgettable experience, something I will always treasure in my soul.
Every slave that serves her once understands her power, understands how dangerous she is, understands how manipulative and powerful she is…and yet… we all get hooked. Unable to stop serving her. Always wanting to see and serve Her more and more.
Because Goddess Ishtar’s power is Endless.
Want to see Goddess Ishtar in cam? Here’s how What I wrote in this article should have suggested you stay away from her, as I hope I gave you an idea of what danger you are going to face. But if you still want to see her in cam, just click here and do it. Don’t say I haven’t warned you though…
In Italy we use to say “Far from the eyes, far from the heart“, meaning that when you don’t see someone for a long time, even your love or attraction for them fades away. It’s natural, there is nothing wrong with it: when you don’t see the source of your infatuation for a long time, you tend to focus your attention elsewhere.
In Financial Domination, usually, the same rule applies. You don’t see a Goddess for weeks, months…so you look elsewhere. And perhaps you don’t even think about that one anymore. Even if she shows up again, you’ve moved on, you are not interested anymore.
But I can’t get OneGreatDiva out of my mind
She was the one that made me a moneyslave, the first merciless Goddess that abused my weaknesses with no regrets, no limits. Like a hurricane she basically flipped over my entire life, making a man who thought he knew everything about himself discovering a world full of weakness, devotion, submission and, most of the time, fear.
It’s no secret that, because of her countless business activities, OneGreatDiva isn’t online as often as she used to be. Weeks, even months can pass between one day that she’s online and the next one. But nothing ever changes in the way I feel for her.
It’s like she’s under my skin, ready to control my actions and emotions at the snap of her fingers. Ready to exploit all my weaknesses in a matter of seconds. Ready to make feel that mixture of fear and desire as soon as she shows up.
Merciless as She is, whenever She knows she’s going to be online, she makes sure to let me know. Or better said, to send me the order to spoil her. Exactly like she did just yesterday when she just wrote to me
“I’ll be online this week, get ready to be abused”
And now I’m here, writing this post while feeling the fear of seeing a message on my Skype, waiting to be drained in her chatroom, waiting to worship and spoil her while looking at her video as I did countless times, and as I will keep doing probably for as long as she will want me to.
Take your chance, she’s online these days As She told me, she is going to be online these few days. There is a special competition on the site she makes sessions on that allows her to earn even more money if we help her. I will be serving Her for sure, and you should do the same. Her chatroom can be reached here. Don’t wast this chance, you never know when she can show up again
I have to admit, it has been quite a while since I’ve last served MsClassy: and since last night I keep asking myself how I could let this happen.
The time I spent with Her was magical, mesmerizing: a slow but constant increase of teasing that lead me to total submission.
I was craving to see Her again for quite a while, but for one reason or another (mainly my fault), I kept losing my chances. Till last night.
I had just got back from a dinner out with some friends and, being all alone at home, I decided to switch on my laptop just to kill some time before going to sleep. To my surprise, I saw She was online.
I didn’t even think twice and sent Her a message asking, politely, if I would have been able to serve Her.
“It’s your lucky day, I’m available. “
I was happy like a kid on Christmas morning! I literally JUMPED into Her video: couldn’t wait to see Her again, couldn’t wait any longer to serve Her.
When the video opened, Her wonderful face was in full view: those big blue eyes I’ve learned to fall for, her perfectly shaped lips, and that look in Her face…knowing I was ready to do anything for Her.
She switched the cam to the floor and started putting on a pair of Wolford tan stockings.
Now look, don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those foot fetishists that have only interest in feet: I always worship the whole woman’s body. But when it comes to MsClassy’s feet… well…that’s a different story. The incredible arch of her soles, her perfectly shaped toes, is something that I have yet to see in any other woman. I’ve seen many beautiful feet, many beautiful women… but hers… well… hers are just INCREDIBLE.
She put on a pair of heels and started dangling them in front of the cam, every now and then getting up to rub her calf with her foot. All those movements made me fall deeper and deeper. The fact that I could also get a glimpse of Her face from the floor was a terrific turn on as well.
In a matter of minutes, I was totally mesmerized. I kept looking at Her without even knowing what was happening.
All the time She also kept talking, in a way that made me fall even more. Her voice was like the one of an angel, but the way she was using and abusing my weaknesses was certainly NOT of an angel.
I honestly don’t know how long the session lasted, all I know is that at some point she started counting down from 10. It was the countdown to let me cum. The moment my pleasure would have come to its conclusion. The moment my time with Her would have reached the highest excitement.
She kept counting slowly, all the time while teasing me with her perfect feet in nylons and her hypnotizing voice. When she reached 5, she told me to wank as fast as possible. She then counted 4…3…2… then, with a smile on Her face:
“I want a cum tax. Send 100 USD.”
I’ve never sent a tribute that fast, believe me. In a matter of SECONDS, I sent that tribute. She smiled, pleased by my devotion, and started the countdown again from 5.
The sight of Her wonderful foot with her face in the background looking down at me is something that I still have very vivid in my mind. A sight no man could ignore. A sight no slave can surely resist. When She reached the end of the countdown, I of course exploded. It was so strong that I was left breathless for a few seconds.
I slept like a baby, happy and satisfied. I didn’t even check how much I’ve spent because I didn’t care. She is worth it, She is worth any money I’ve spent.
Today I saw Her again on Skype, and couldn’t help but sending Her a message. Perhaps a silly message…but that’s how I was feeling. She knew what was coming and…yes… I sent Her another tribute. Why? Because it felt right.
Here’s where to serve Her If you’ve reached this far, and you are asking yourself where you can serve MsClassy well…just click here. But let me warn you: She’s one of the best out there, and She doesn’t even consider cheap slaves. If you think you have what it takes, then go ahead and visit her chatroom. You’ll have the time of your life.
It’s no secret that Goddess Adriana is very special to me: if you’ve followed this blog long enough, you’ll know that what I feel for Her is deeper than the usual infatuation for a Goddess, and this brought me to try things with Her that I’ve never tried with anyone else before.
But why is that?
Of course, it would be wrong for me to reduce my feelings for Her to just a single characteristic, a single aspect of Her. But I’m sure there is one thing, one specific thing that anyone who has seen her at least once, noticed and will agree with me on.
Her impeccable dressing style
Each time you visit her videochat, you’ll know that you will be in front of a Woman dressed in a perfect, elegant, flawless way. She takes care of everything till the minimum detail: her hairstyle, her makeup, her dress and nylons (of course, always present), her expensive shoes…and even her earrings and necklace will be different depending on the outfit she chooses.
This, alone, is something so unique and rare that will immediately put you at your place: you are inferior, Her power starts getting you as soon as you see Her. With no chance to escape.
My last session with Her wasn’t an exception
For a few days, I’m all alone at home. This, of course, makes me way more vulnerable to financial domination, since my instincts can’t be stopped by my lack of privacy. So, a couple of days ago, I was sitting at my computer reading the news, when a message on Skype popped up.
“I think you should stop doing what you are doing and serve me. I know You can’t say no to me”
It was Goddess Adriana of course, and reading those words made my body start to react in a very familiar way. I needed to see Her. I needed to be under Her power.
As I said above, this wasn’t an exception to her impeccable dressing style. She had straight hair, with some of them falling partially covering her beautiful face. Her perfect makeup was made more intense by the bright red lipstick, while a pair of long earrings matched supremely her face.
As a dress, she had a short black one with lace on her sleeves: what made that dress special was that it left her shoulders in full view. Under that, a pair of Wolford Satin Touch pantyhose and Louboutin’s So Kate Patent black.
My eyes nearly popped out when I saw her. I couldn’t close my mouth and didn’t even type a word for a quite long time, making her wonder if I was actually there or not.
She crossed and uncrossed those endless legs, rubbing them together to let me listen to the noise of the nylon. Her constant dangling made the whole situation even worse for my brain. In a matter of minutes, I was totally lost. Deeply falling for Her, ready to do anything she was going to ask me. Ready to spoil her, to serve her, to worship her in any possible way.
On top of that, she kept whispering tempting words and commands the whole time, with such a voice that couldn’t be ignored. I was wearing headphones, and it really felt like I was being hypnotized on purpose by Her. It felt like she used that tone of voice on purpose, to enter into my mind, even more, to make me even weaker and hopeless.
And she succeeded. I spent more than 600 Euros and, when the session ended, I didn’t regret any of that. Because every moment spent with Goddess Adriana, is a precious one.
Ready to serve Her? Serving Goddess Adriana is probably one of the best decisions you’ll ever take. If you are ready to take this step, click here and visit her chatroom. You’ll be one of the many that get trapped by her beauty, elegance, and power. But isn’t that what we all want?
A few nights ago I was browsing the “Findom internet” with no real intention to spoil anyone or have sessions (yeah, it happens!), when I stumbled upon the chatroom of a Goddess.
She’s one I had a few sessions with, but that’s not what matters here: as soon as I opened I noticed how badly and poorly her nylons looked.
She was wearing a pair of black pantyhose with the line on the back, a truly elegant model of pantyhose, the classic pair of nylons that would drive me crazy. But one thing was VERY clear:
She was wearing a cheap brand of nylons
For someone like me, who gets excited by women wearing nylons, it’s a huge turn off when nylons are ruined, even just partially. Do you know the little darker lines that get formed on nylons sometimes? That’s when you can speak about cheap nylons!
I don’t know if some of these girls don’t notice, pretend to don’t notice, or think it just doesn’t matter. Well let me tell you something:
The quality of your stockings and pantyhose IS important and IS noticeable on cam
There is no exception here: just compare a pair of Wolford to any (ANY) cheap pantyhose and you’ll see the difference. Even if you are not that big of a nylon fan, you WILL notice the difference.
When you buy a pair of Wolford, Cecilia De Rafael or Falke (to name the most famous) you know you are making an investment. Not only guys like me will drool for you even more, but that same pair of nylons will last WAY longer than a cheap one, paying back itself in time.
And if you think that in a session a guy is too busy wanking to notice…well then I guess you know nothing about nylon fetishists. When the nylons perfectly shape the whole leg, with not even the slight imperfection, it’s pure heaven for us. Nothing drives us crazy more.
Oh and one last thing: CHANGE nylons sometimes! There is nothing that gets on my nerves more than a beautiful girl owning like…2 or 3 pairs of nylons. Wearing them over and over till they are totally ruined. Let me say it again: buying nylons, quality nylons, is an investment. It’s an improvement to your look. It’s one reason more guys will come back to spoil you.
As I’ve said more than once, every (real) Goddess is different and unique, every one of them has something that makes her stand out from others, makes Her unique and attractive. One can be unique for the way She dresses, another one for the way She moves. Some are unique for their attitude, some are for their ability to enter into any slave mind.
Then there is FeetGoddesss.
When talking about Her, saying She’s “unique” isn’t enough. She’s not only unique, but She’s also Iconic. She is like no one else in many ways, Her way of dominating and presenting Herself is so unique, so special, that I don’t even know where to start from to describe what I mean.
After you see Her once, you are not going to forget the way she looks. Ever. That expensive red lipstick she wears, the iconic Marilyn Monroe’s beauty spot on her face, the unique bobbed black hair she often has. All little details that, summed up together, give FeetGoddesss a unique, unmistakable, breathtaking look.
And even if, in an attempt to resist, you close your eyes…you will be at the mercy of her hypnotic, persuasive, sensual voice. Words never shouted, always said with a pause between them, to emphasize their meaning, their power. If she says you are her slave forever, that looks like to you the only option. The only truth. The only reason to be. Much like sirens used to hypnotize sailor men, FeetGoddesss will hypnotize any slave brave enough to listen to her voice.
Like a perfect match for her look and her voice, pantyhose and stockings (sometimes worn together) are always part of her wardrobe. Usually black, always expensive, always worn with style and elegance. She loves wearing nylons and that shows clearly by looking at her. Like a second skin, her nylons match her spectacular legs and feet in perfect harmony, as if they were created together.
The very first thing that hit me when I saw her for the first time, was the way she could move her toes and feet. I don’t even know where to begin to describe what she does. Think about feet and toes moving like a snake, sinuously slide up and down like ocean waves, moving in a hypnotic, sensual, incredible dance. The way she can move them, enhanced by the beautiful nylons she wears, is something that no foot fetishist can ignore. And if you are like me (a nylon foot fetishist, who’s also a moneyslave) well….prepare to be in big, big, huge danger. The hottest kind of danger, of course.
Too many girls these days play techno music or some other kind of modern one, way too many. So when you enter into FeetGoddesss room, prepare to be immersed in a new world. Out of this time. Prepare to be taken back to the first half of the 20th Century, when Frank Sinatra was the King and Aretha Franklyn the Queen. A time where classy and sexy ladies wearing black nylons, red lipstick and a Marilyn Monroe’s beauty spot on their faces could actually be seen at times. Now, in 2019, the only one bringing you all this is FeetGoddesss.
That’s why I am not ashamed to say that FeetGoddess is an ICONIC Goddess, one that can’t be ignored by anyone, one that many took and will take inspiration from. Because she’s unique, she’s superior, she’s powerful, she’s sensational. She’s the Iconic Nylon Goddess.
A word of wisdom If you still haven’t seen FeetGoddesss on cam, please do yourself a favor and visit Her in videochat here or here. It will be the best decision you ever took.
I’ve never really fantasized about cashpoint meetings: they always looked cold, “empty”, quick and well…not exciting at all. The idea of meeting a Goddess just to hand Her money, without any other sort of teasing or “fetish” interaction involved wasn’t appealing at all.
But that recently changed.
A few days ago, I’ve read on Goddess Ambra‘s Twitter that she was in Italy for work and, to my even bigger surprise, she was staying just 10 kilometers away from where I live.
I knew she would have come to Italy for work (she posted about it earlier), but when she posted a picture (wonderful, in pantyhose without shoes) saying “I am in you, Lucca” well… I almost jumped on my chair.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The one I’ve dreamed so much about, one of the most beautiful Goddesses out there was just a few kilometers far.
I answered with a simple welcome message to that twit but…. her reply hit me like a cannonball.
“Make sure you give Me a proper welcome”
That was the moment I started thinking about meeting Her. I stopped caring if the meeting would have been quick or if no teasing would have been involved. I stopped thinking of any reason why I should have NOT meet her. Meeting her was the only thing in my mind. Tributing her directly, putting my money in her hands, was the only thing I could think of.
The following days I tried to contact Her, begging for a meeting, but she was too busy to meet me. I didn’t insist, I knew she would have been the one in charge of deciding if that would have happened, where, when and how. All I could do was telling her my total devotion and desire to meet her, no matter what.
I don’t know if it’s because she wanted to “test” me, making me crave it even more or if it was just a coincidence, but she agreed to meet me only on the very last day, at the very last minute and at the airport, just before leaving Italy.
Little detail: the airport is nearly 2 hours of driving from where I live.
I didn’t care. I was going to do as told. I wasn’t going to disappoint her. No way!
Our meeting was scheduled around noon that day, but because I didn’t want to be late (of course!) I left home more than 3 hours in advance.
As usual, when you are eager to arrive at your destination as quickly as possible, the trip was the worst ever: traffic like never before, heavy rain, closed roads…if something could go bad, it certainly did.
I got there just 5 minutes before our meeting. Exhausted after such an awful journey, but happy and excited by the thought of what was going to happen, I parked my car and messaged her.
Needless to say, I was shaking. So anxious to finally meet her in person, so excited to hand her my money. So eager to be just a few inches close to the Goddess I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
I obviously had no idea how the cashmeet would have happened, and that only made me more nervous.
A few minutes later she answered my message:
“I’m at the entrance. Come here.”
I rushed out of my car and started walking toward the airport entrance. As I was approaching it, I saw her from a distance and started admiring how she looked as I was getting closer.
She was wearing a short skirt, pantyhose, ankle boots, a red sweater, and an elegant hat. On top of that, an expensive (or so it looked to me) fur coat. Stunning to say the least.
When I reached her, she smiled. That smile told me everything. It was like “You are mine now“. She knew what I have done to get there, she knew how eager I was to tribute her. But she wasn’t in a rush of course.
At that moment, one thing hit me. I could finally smell her perfume. The one thing impossible to do online. I don’t know how to describe it, but let me just say that it was perfect. I got totally weak, unable to say anything more than just a simple “Hello Goddess” that probably came out more like a whisper than a real sentence. I cleared my throat and said it again. Her smile now was even bigger (and mesmerizing), she knew how embarrassed, weak, nervous I was.
“Guide me to your car slave, it’s time to do your duty”
And so I did. She walked a bit behind me, not giving me the privilege to look at her while she was walking, or to be at my side. I didn’t even felt it was right for me to look back. And besides, we didn’t have to walk a lot since my car was parked quite close.
I opened the door of my car and hold it for her while she got inside. The shut it for her and got inside as well.
The video below is what happened. I could feel her power being way stronger in her presence, there was no way I could have said no or resisted. She took all the money I had in my wallet, put them in her bag and walked out of my car with a simple
“Goodbye slave, we should do this more often”
I sat there in my car for some very long minutes, not moving, looking in front of me without really watching. I was like a zombie. She didn’t take just my money, she also took my brain, my breath, my energies. It took me a while to be able to start my car and drive away.
Needless to say, I remember nothing of my journey back home. All I know is that I had a huge smile on my face.
If you are there, reading this blog post and trying to imagine how it would be for you to be in my place well…do yourself a favor: Click here, show Goddess Ambra you are serious by spending quite a lot and often in her cam and who knows, if you keep doing that for long enough, you might be as lucky as I was. Good luck.
I know many will say “slaves have no power, they are just there to serve Goddesses”, and I know many Goddesses (especially the “wannabe” ones) will believe that. To them, a slave exists only to serve ANY Goddess, no matter what she looks like, say or do.
Well let me open your eyes: this is NOT true. We, slaves, do have one power, and it’s one of the most important ones for you to become our Goddess.
We choose which Goddesses to serve
There is simply no way a Goddess can be the right one for every slave: each one of us has different tastes, different fantasies, different things that make him “going”. And because I get dozen of messages from basically ANY kind of Goddess, I thought of writing a post about the process I usually go through before I become a slave of one particular Goddess.
How she looks like
This is the very first factor that drives my attention toward a Goddess. And it’s not just about her body, it’s also about her dressing style. I have a fetish for feet in nylons (especially pantyhose) so if, say, I look into her Twitter and see she never wears stockings and pantyhose or doesn’t like them, I just move away. Nylons are important to me and more important is that She wears them because She wants and likes to, not just because I like them. One “plus” for me is also if she seems to have many different outfits that she uses. Too often some girls are always showing the same clothes, making it look like they are sort of wearing a “uniform to go to work”. I prefer a woman who loves to put different stuff on, making me think she enjoys getting ready before starting her domination session.
After I’m intrigued by the way She looks, I start following her on social media or camsites, if she works on one with free cam shows. This way, I can get a better understanding of the kind of Goddess She is. Is she aggressive? Is She mean? Does she seem to be enjoying what she does? Does she seem bored? Is she funny? There isn’t a “list” of things I like or don’t like here. Each Goddess is different, and I might like one for a reason, another one for the very opposite of that. So let’s say that I more or less try to understand if her attitude “makes me going” or it’s so bad that simply makes me forget I like the way she looks.
My first approach
If I’m still interested in Her, of course, the next step is approaching Her. Let me be clear here: I try to NEVER waste her time, and ALWAYS have total respect for Her and Her valuable time. So my approach is never like talking hours with Her for free or making her waste tons of time on social media. A few comments here and there on pictures I like, some engagement on Her posts, some small talk in free chat. Nothing else. Just to let Her know I exist so that when I will go for a session I won’t be someone she never heard about. Usually, nothing goes wrong here, because I don’t expect much from Her. I know they are all super busy, and I know the proper way of making myself noticed is with a tribute. But some of them are better than others, and they end up engaging a bit with me. Even a short reply to my messages can be nice, makes me feel like she’s aware of what’s happening around her, she’s not just sitting there waiting for sessions. That’s a nice thing.
The first session
Now it’s time to have my first session with Her: I’m interested in Her, I like how she looks, how she dresses, how she engages and behaves…sure I want to be at her feet!
And yet… sometimes it happens that only during the first session I understand She’s not one for me. Of course, I don’t expect her to magically understand all of me in just one session or the very first session to be perfect.. but there are a few things here and there that can be a total turn off for me. I don’t even know how to describe them, because every session is different…but if they happen, that will be my first and last session with her. It happened more than a few times, unfortunately.
So this is the “process” I follow each time I spot a Goddess I didn’t know before. It may seem odd or too complicated but…believe me, every (serious) slave does the same. We all want to have the best experience ever, and there are thousands of potential Goddesses out there. The least we can do is choose wisely….don’t you think?
I have been serving Goddess Ishtar for 9 years now, and the amazing thing is that every session with Her is intense, satisfying, breathtaking. The one I had a few days ago wasn’t an exception.
It all started early in the evening when She sent me a rather cryptic message:
“It will be a black night”
At that time I didn’t exactly knew what she meant, but receiving a message from Her is always an honor and, for sure, always exciting. I knew I had to make myself available for Her that night, I knew something could have happened.
So, a bit later, I logged on with my heart beating faster than usual. I was eager to understand what She meant with that message. I saw She was online but didn’t message Her to don’t disturb Her. I sat quietly in front of my computer and waited, with the excitement growing. After about 20 minutes, She contacted me.
“Hi. Send 100 and call me.”
Of course, I executed with no hesitation. Then, as soon as I entered Her room, it was clear to me why She called it a “Black Night“.
She was totally dressed in black: a beautiful see-through top, black leather skirt, black pantyhose, and black high heel shoes. On top of that, Her iconic long hair matched the outfit perfectly. I tried to make some sort of conversation, to avoid boring Her like a silently excited zombie would have done, but I’m not sure I came out with anything relevant. Her beauty was too much to handle, too much for my little brain to reserve space for anything else.
As time passed by, I found myself talking less and less while getting more and more excited, more and more under Her power. She would just move slowly in front of the camera from time to time: small movements that looked like lightning bolts to me. Every small movement was like a revelation: a different angle to admire Her beauty, a tiny new detail to worship.
Every now and then She demanded more tributes, but of those, I honestly lost count. I didn’t care. All I cared about was for that session to never end. For that beautiful Goddess to never leave my computer screen.
Then, after about 1 hour which to me looked like 5 minutes, our session ended: She allowed me to thank Her with a last 200$ tribute and we said goodbye. As I said above, every session with Goddess Ishtar is worth it. It’s always a beautiful adventure, a wonderful journey through the path of beauty and power. This wasn’t an exception, and I will treasure my Black Night with Goddess Ishtar among the many wonderful sessions I had with Her.
This will never change, it’s not an infatuation of a moment. It’s not me being excited for a new Goddess I’ve never seen before. It’s not me running after a pair of legs in nylons. OneGreatDiva is SO much more.
She was the one that made me a MoneySlave 10 years ago: I had just read a few about financial domination but wasn’t even excited by the idea. Five minutes into Her video and I knew She was in control, I knew she would have taken out of me what I didn’t even know I had inside.
A force of nature, if I could describe Her in a few words. Smart, Intelligent, deadly beautiful, greedy and merciless. All these qualities and more, way more. I watched Her (from a distance of course) becoming a key figure in the whole adult world, organizing an event no one thought about before, becoming a successful businesswoman. And all this only made her more and more attractive.
Because of all Her work, She is not online as often as She used to be. And this only makes me treasure, even more, the sessions I have with her. Each time I see Her logging on, my heart starts beating faster. All I want is to don’t waste the chance to see Her, don’t waste a chance to be at Her wonderful feet in nylons, don’t waste the chance to feel her power on my brain.
It happened again yesterday, and it will happen again and again and again. No way I would force myself away from Her beauty, power, and control.
Because You can’t call yourself a moneyslave if you haven’t had a session with OneGreatDiva. So if you still didn’t, click here and see if you are a moneyslave or not.
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