You crave Me. You are obsessed with Me. You long for Me; you think about Me all the time. You know there is no one like Me and you know you need Me… for your survival, for your purpose in this world. You feel your only reason for existing is to please Me, to worship Me. You want to live for Me, yet you also know you’re so far beneath Me there isn’t a chance in hell you’ll ever be noticed or acknowledged. You are nothing. I am everything. It’s that simple.

7.7 square inches

The only way for a pathetic piece of shit like you, a miserable failure, a nothing is surrender. Become the only thing in this world that’s within your reach: a small place on My screen. About 7.7 square inches is your new life, a window into your mind, your soul, your every trembling thought that I can access 24/7. You hand it all to Me: phone, computer, life. All of it.

I want control. Real control.

Like you, I have fetishes too. One of Mine is total control. I don’t want pretend control. I don’t want negotiated control. I don’t want leverage diluted with niceties. I want absolute, complete control. I love being in control, having control  and doing exactly as I please with you.

Sadist

I’m a sadist by heart, but let’s be clear: I don’t fake it. No gentle lies. I want to see you flinch, to catch that shocked look when reality finally lands on you, to hear you begging for mercy. I want to hurt you for real, not because cruelty is fashionable, but because every layer of pain buries you deeper into My web. I want you to cry and then, bafflingly, thank Me for it.

Real

I’m real and I expect nothing less from you. That is why you came to Me, isn’t it? Because all the pretending isn’t satisfying anymore; playing games doesn’t give you the feelings you’re starving for. The moment you became aware of My existence you knew it, you need Me. I am not merely your destination; I’m your final destination. A few years ago, if you had met Me you would have run as hard as you could. Now you know you have no choice. You must submit to Me. I’m exactly what you crave. The time has come to become real and to pursue your ultimate dream. Being owned by Me.

dangerous

And yes, I’m mean, cruel, manipulative, demanding and dangerous and that is precisely what you’re searching for. You know it will cost you on so many levels, and still, you want it. still, you need it.

Pain is a currency I like. But without a cam pointed at your head, pain means nothing to Me it’s worthless.

Without those things only one true instrument remains:

Findom

One reason I adore Findom is that it fulfils the desires of dominant and submissive instantly, no pretending. It hurts you when I take your money, and it pleases Me. Win-win. Why? A) because I hurt you, and B) because I now have your money to spend. That’s why Findom is My go-to tool when I interact online with losers like you. I’m sure it stings even though I never see you. No roleplay. No masks. Just the clean, delicious exchange of power and payment.

But I know you want more. You don’t only want Me to rape your wallet. You want Me to take complete control over you, to hurt you in ways no one ever has, to make you utterly addicted and dependent on Me. To make you My little, mindless bitch. I know you want it, and you know it. It’s only a matter of time.

Goddess Tatjana & Goddess Olivia
The Fatal Twins – Double Trouble, if you can afford it. 💋