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My last crazy tribute to FeetGoddesss

My last crazy tribute to FeetGoddesss

So, as I’m sure you all know, I’m in a “slowing down” period, meaning I’m trying to spend way less on Financial Domination. Why? Well, it’s kinda simple: because I’ve spent way more than I could. 
But why did I decide from one day to another to slow down? What made me suddenly realize it was time to put a stop to that? well, it was…

My last session with FeetGoddesss

My last session with FeetGoddesss was one I won’t forget easily, and I’m sure you’ll agree with me after reading this.
It was a night between the end of January and the beginning of February, one of those where I don’t expect anything to happen, basically just hanging around my computer before going to sleep. 
While doing so, I noticed FeetGoddesss was online, so I decided to have a quick look. I mean, what’s the harm in having a look, I thought. Boy, I was wrong. That was a big mistake, from my wallet point of view at least.
She was dressed in a fantastic and, for her, a bit unusual way. She was wearing a super short red leather dress, with a zip on the front that made it even sexier. With that, She also had a pair of tan pantyhose (Wolford, I learned later) that, matched with a pair of beautiful and expensive Tom Ford sandals, made her legs and perfect feet shine in full glory. 

Needless to say, I was totally hooked in a matter of seconds. What I thought would have been a quick look, turned out to be a long staring. In silence, for the moment. 
After a while, she noticed I was in her room and at that exact moment she said, looking right into the cam:

Someone is going to spoil me big time tonight

Deep inside, I knew she was talking to me. It’s not like she said my name or anything, but I just knew. And I got it confirmed a few seconds after that when she wrote me a private message ordering to send Her the first tribute.

Spoil me. Then the fun will begin.

I saw her typing it, and smiling it after having sent it. That smile made it impossible to resist the temptation. It just felt like the right thing to do. I quickly sent her a tribute of 50 USD and waited to see what was going to happen. But that wasn’t enough for her. She just laughed and said out loud:

That’s not enough. Send again, moneyslave

The way she said that, the look on her face made it once again impossible to say no. I didn’t even blink and sent her the second tribute. After that, she allowed me to start a private show
As soon as the show started, I saw she was busy doing something on her computer. I couldn’t understand what she was doing, but not long afterward she explained:

It’s only me and your wallet now.

She had disconnected from all other sites she was on! That way, she was able to focus on me or, better said, on my wallet. Knowing how busy she always is, made me feel privileged and even more excited and willing to serve her as best as I could. It doesn’t happen often to have her full attention, so that really felt precious. I was willing to do my best to serve her. Not that she gave me any chance not to, anyway. 

The non-stop tease 

It was clear that She was going to give me probably the hardest time ever that night. The session lasted for a very long time, and she never stopped teasing me. It was incredible.

The look in her eyes burning with passion, her perfect red lips, her tongue touching them at the exact right moment, and, of course, what made me fall in love ever since I’ve seen her for the first time: her incredible feet movements
She kept moving those feet and toes in front of the camera in such a hypnotic way that I almost forgot to breathe. She made me lose track of time, and to don’t care about anything else but Her and that session. 
A few times she also faked a footjob, with her feet in the air in front of me and a dildo moving inside them at an increasing speed, while she kept ordering to wank faster and faster…only to stop just about when I was going to explode.

Thinking back to that session there is one thing I understood: ever since it all started, her plan was for me to be as weak as possible. She wanted to bring me to a level of weakness I never reached before. That’s why she kept playing the tease and denial game multiple times, always bringing me to the edge of cumming only to stop the countdown with an evil laugh, asking for a tribute in order to continue. 
And also there is one special thing she kept saying that night, something that I always considered the most effective way (if done correctly) to obtain anything from me…

Send me a tribute if you don’t want me to end this session right now. 

A simple, yet incredibly powerful sentence especially when said while I am at the edge of cumming, after losing all control of my actions. And mind you, I really believe this is a tricky thing to say for a Goddess. If said at the wrong moment, it could easily be a huge turn-off for me, making me react oppositely. But FeetGoddesss knew EXACTLY when to say it and how to say it…and she also did that more than once that night. The last thing I wanted was for that session to end. She knew that and used that to keep me sending tributes.

The final tribute

After a while (I don’t even know how much time has passed) I was really exhausted. My balls were super full since I was constantly on the edge of cumming but never allowed to. I was desperate and at the same time super excited and craving for more and more. 
Her feet in those wonderful pantyhose kept waving in front of me, her perfect red lips kept saying dangerous things, while her tongue was touching them from time to time. It was incredible. And I was totally out of control.

Now you will buy me a new pair of Louboutins

Just like that, out of the blue, after many tributes and a seriously long session, she added this. It didn’t actually sound like an order, more like a prevision. More like describing something that she knew was going to happen.
She knew I was in a sort of trance. She knew I was as weak as I could have ever been. She knew buying shoes is not something I usually do. But she had me at her fingertips and she was going to abuse that power.

I hesitated. It would have been a huge 600 Euros tribute to send, and something inside me was still somehow resisting that idea. I remember even trying to bubble something in chat like “no Goddess…I can’t…” or something stupid like that. But she had a different opinion of course. She knew she had all the power to make me say “yes” to anything…so she took me bits by bits into her spider net.

Since I was in that state of trance, she knew she had to guide me to what she wanted me to do. So she started giving me small orders while using the tease and denial game to make me say “yes”.
At first, it was just a simple “look at your credit card”, then something like “click the send tribute button”, then the detailed instructions to what I had to type and click. I was like a zombie, that was the only way she could have made me do that. Small, simple tasks done slowly while being teased to death. All those tasks were all done with one purpose: bring me to send a 600 Euros tribute. Did she succeed? 

You bet she did. At the very last thing I had to do (the click on the “send” button) she used all the most intense teasing she had used till then, only concentrated in one, huge, irresistible countdown… and when she arrived at the number 3…she stopped. Smiled. And only said 

“Now you will buy me the Iriza Louboutins, and then you’ll cum like you never did before. Click that button.”

And it happened exactly as she said. This new pair of Iriza Louboutins are the result of that tribute. And every time she wears them I get reminded of that night. Of the night that gave me the reason to slow down for a while. Of the night when I had the most intense, incredible, session ever. The one where all my deepest and most secret fantasies became reality right in front of me.

Because FeetGoddesss is pure magic. Pure, powerful, unstoppable magic. And remember: if she wants you to do something, you WILL end up doing it

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Through all these years, I’ve always asked myself why at a certain moment I feel the NEED to spoil a Goddess, to be drained by her. What triggers me? Why don’t I always react the same way? Why one day I’m like running to my credit card, while others I seem to be stronger?

Of course, there are obvious “everyday life” reasons, like being tired from work, being upset, not feeling well and so on… but why is that, even if one day I feel the same as another, there still is “something” that triggers me more than everything else? Recently I gave myself an answer.

Variety

I totally adore all the Goddesses I spoil and have spoiled in all these years, I think the world of them. They are magnificent, irresistible and everything…. but. I have to face it: if every time they come online they look the same, I kinda get….well… bored. There I said it. I hope it doesn’t sound disrespectful, but it’s just the plain truth. For my brain to “trigger”, I need to see something different in Her, something that makes me “wow” as in “wow I’ve never seen Her like this”. 

It can be even a small thing like a different makeup or different hairstyle even if, obviously, what makes me run to my wallet is when her dressing style is different. A color of nylons she doesn’t wear often, a skirt I haven’t seen her wearing for a while, a new pair of shoes… all those things are like magnets for me. Even just receiving a picture by Her showing what she’s wearing, with an order to serve her, can easily trigger me if variety is there. All my defenses fall, leaving my moneyslave instinct free to run wild and let myself be drained.

FeetGoddesss knows this and abused it last night

It comes to no surprise that a Goddess like FeetGoddesss knows me more than I know myself, so I guess she figured out already my “variety trigger”…as that’s exactly what she used last night.

As I sometimes do, I decided to go and have a quick look at Her free videochat (I know, it’s lame…but I just can’t help myself sometimes…she’s too much). I thought she would have been dressed in all black, as she often likes to dress: beautiful and stunning but, somehow, something I’m kinda “used” to resist.

I was wrong.

She had a red bra on, under a black leather jacket that put it all in plain sight. Her skirt was a different one: red with the shape of a high heel shoe drew in black over it. She had black pantyhose on, and a pair of wonderful Louboutin’s shoes. I froze. I was unable to move. As if something inside me was ordering me to don’t move, to stay where I was. She saw I was there, and sent me a very brief message.

“Show me how much you want to see me wearing tan pantyhose”

I really don’t know how she knew. How she knew exactly what I was thinking about at that exact moment. I was thinking “She’s incredibly gorgeous…if only she would have tan pantyhose on, I would be in huge danger”.

I was unable to reply to that, scared of the consequences and, at the same time, excited by the idea of seeing her in this uncommon outfit. 

A couple of minutes passed without me saying anything. Then she just sent me another message:

“Show me”

That was it. I sent her a tribute and just wrote her “Sent“. Then I stayed there, waiting for Her to use me however she wanted. She left the cam for a second, and I could hear she was looking for pantyhose. Came back with a brand new pair of tan Wolford pantyhose, with a sexy line on the back. Looking at me with her wonderful and teasing eyes, she slowly took off her black pantyhose and put on those magnificent tan ones. 

She looked amazing and…different. Or at least, different just a bit to trigger my “variety weakness”. I was unable to resist, unable to do anything else but stare and follow her soft, sexy, hypnotic voice. 

One tribute after another, I was acting just like a puppet: each time she told me “send more”, I did it without even thinking twice. Then, after quite a while, she started ordering me to touch myself, of course cumming without her permission wasn’t an option.

But her teasing, her beauty, her power, her orders were just too much for me… and when she ordered me “go a little faster” while waving her sexy nylon foot in front of the cam… I simply exploded, unable to control myself. It was like an instinct, something I was not able to stop. She was too much, and I was too weak. She obviously didn’t like this and ordered me to send a double tribute because I’ve been bad…which I did of course, again without even thinking twice.

Variety might trigger me for sure but… FeetGoddesss knows how to use and abuse that trigger. As if I even needed one reason more to consider Her one of the best Goddesses ever.

Mesmerized by MsClassy

Mesmerized by MsClassy

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.

Goddess Adriana: When elegance meets power

Goddess Adriana: When elegance meets power

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 perfectelegantflawless 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. 

In a matter of minutes, I was in her chatroom.

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?

Pantyhose and Stockings quality MATTERS

Pantyhose and Stockings quality MATTERS

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.

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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.