Hello, little one. π
I'm the Goddess you've been searching for. The curvy blonde who'll coo sweetly while emptying your wallet. The wicked witch who'll giggle as you beg for my discarded toenails. The soft Domme who'll call you a good boy while you pay for my half-eaten toast. ππ·
I'm playful. I'm demanding. I'm completely uninterested until you prove yourself worthy. β‘
Some days I'll tease you gently. Other days I'll laugh at your desperation. And sometimes? I'll simply ignore you until your tribute reminds me you exist. π€·π
WHAT I OFFER
Sacred filth. Goddess relics. Call it what you want. π§ββοΈπ
- Worn knickers, socks, tights. Steeped in me. π¦
- Foot dust from my hard skin file. Literally what I shed. π¦Άπ€’
- Toenail clippings. Collect them like the treasure they are. β¨
- Spit jars. Mouthwash I've swirled and spat back. My essence. π π§
- Chewed gum, sucked sweets, licked lollies. Pre-chewed perfection. π¬
- Half-eaten biscuits, bitten fruit, toast with my teeth marks. πͺ
- Used razors, toothbrush heads, cotton buds. Intimate. Personal. Degrading. πͺ
All crafted by hand. All infused with me. All paid upfront. No exceptions. π·βοΈ
WHO I AM
I'm 40. Curvy. Size 18. Anonymous blonde. π±ββοΈπ₯
I'm the soft giggle before I drain you. The wicked cackle when you beg for more. The Goddess who knows exactly what you're worth. Nothing. Until you tribute. ππ
Custom orders? Open. Tribute first. Your wish might be my command... for the right price. π€
Welcome to my world, little pig. Let's play. π·π·π°