Professional housewife & homewrecker.
Married. Deliriously. My husband answers to "doggy," and he's smart enough to know a leash is a privilege, not a punishment. He knows
Professional housewife & homewrecker.
Married. Deliriously. My husband answers to "doggy," and he's smart enough to know a leash is a privilege, not a punishment. He knows exactly where he stands. Caged & drained. Wallet tight under my pretty foot.
Draining men is literally my hobby. I don't do this for money. I have money. I do it because there's no feeling on earth like a grown man - a husband, a provider, a pillar of something - reduced to begging for my attention with his wallet open. Watching you hand it over is the best sport I've found yet. It’s more than a kink, it's a calling.
Married men are my favorite. The ones with the most to protect break the prettiest. There's something about a man who's spent years constructing an architecture of respectability - wife, mortgage, reputation - that makes him so much more satisfying to bring to heel. Call it a controlling streak. I collect husbands that aren't mine, and I'm always in the market for one more.
Young and eager works too. Lonely, inexperienced, no girlfriend in sight to drain your money? Good. You’re better off worshipping and obsessing over me anyways. I like raw material. I like teaching a man exactly how small he is before he's even had the chance to think he might be big.
You don't send tribute because I ask nicely. I don't ask nicely. You pay me because you have to.
& here's the part that'll ruin you: while you're here, it'll feel like I'm the only one who's ever seen you. That's not a lie. You don't pay to play. You pay because some part of you has been waiting your whole life for someone who finally won't pretend you're in control. You never have been, have you, doggy?
