Ripley’s Current Fantasy

It’s late … probably a bit too late to be awake. My mind wanders, lingering on the thought of what lies within your bank account. Have you been saving for the perfect Domme to ravage what you’ve got in your balance? Or are you waiting to slowly leak your dollars into someone’s payment methods?

Mm, I get wet at the thought. You crave a powerful Domme to take what belongs to me. Domme Ripley, please, let me send again. Please let me be useful to you. Please take the money I’ve worked so hard for, you deserve it. You’re getting worked up, aren’t you? The urges are filling the forefront of your mind, like a spiral of desperation that starts with the thought of What if I ask for Domme Ripley’s payment methods?…

Just one send won’t hurt, will it? Knelt down at your knees, praising me with every time you click the send button. Your money has a purpose now, pet. Your submission grants you respect, though you’re still beneath me. Still stuck at the bottom of the hierarchy with no intention of getting out … because you like feeling small, don’t you? You crave the way I’d take the reins, putting you under my control. Conditioning your thoughtless brain to flood with Send to Daddy Ripley. Serve Domme Ripley. Please Domme Ripley. Daddy Ripley knows what’s best for me. Domme Ripley deserves it all.

What’s stopping you from being my newest toy, subby? What’s holding you back from belonging and reaching your true potential, being guided by me and my power into a state of submission in which your best self thrives. Your happiness flourishes. Your cock stays erect and leaking. Your wallet flows over.

My cheeks are heating up just knowing that you’re out there, eagerly awaiting my dominance, impatient to be your best submissive self, all for me.

Click send, pup. Send and find yourself mesmerized and insatiable.