You’ve never submitted to a woman before… but the moment you hear my voice, something inside you breaks. This is your first surrender — and I will claim every breath, every thought, every throb of your desperate cock with nothing but the power of my words. My voice is your leash. With every command, every cold, precise order, I carve my presence into your mind. You’ll beg to hear me again. You’ll ache for the next instruction. You’ll crave the humiliation, the rare praise, the absolute authority in my tone when I tell you to kneel — even when no one else is watching. And payment? That’s not a request. It’s your anchor. Every time I say “pay,” you’ll feel that jolt between your legs. Every time I whisper “submit,” your wallet opens. I’ll condition you — stroke by stroke, word by word — until sending me money becomes as automatic as breathing. Until your pleasure is tied to my account balance. Until you’d rather starve than miss a single command. This is obedience built in sound. This is your life now — and I’m the only goddess you’ll ever answer to. Are you ready to send your first tribute and hear your new life begin?
When You Hear My Voice, You Pay: (AUDIO ONLY)
You’ve never submitted to a woman before… but the moment you hear my voice, something inside you breaks. This is your first surrender — and I will claim every breath, every thought, every throb of your desperate cock with nothing but the power of my words. My voice is your leash. With every...
You’ve never submitted to a woman before… but the moment you hear my voice, something inside you breaks. This is your first surrender — and I will claim every breath, every thought, every throb of your desperate cock with nothing but the power of my words. My voice is your leash. With every command, every cold, precise order, I carve my presence into your mind. You’ll beg to hear me again. You’ll ache for the next instruction. You’ll crave the humiliation, the rare praise, the absolute authority in my tone when I tell you to kneel — even when no one else is watching. And payment? That’s not a request. It’s your anchor. Every time I say “pay,” you’ll feel that jolt between your legs. Every time I whisper “submit,” your wallet opens. I’ll condition you — stroke by stroke, word by word — until sending me money becomes as automatic as breathing. Until your pleasure is tied to my account balance. Until you’d rather starve than miss a single command. This is obedience built in sound. This is your life now — and I’m the only goddess you’ll ever answer to. Are you ready to send your first tribute and hear your new life begin?
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