Oh, how I love the smell of money — your money in particular! And I deserve as much as I can squeeze out of you as your findom phone sex mistress, don’t you agree? Or, as some of my pathetic paypigs call me, Goddess. You may also call me that, as you will be worshiping me. Their sad, embarrassing dicks throb and drip like a leaky faucet as I run their card and humiliate them for being less of a man. Nothing makes this Mistress happier than a guy who sports wood abusing his credit card for me, even if it is a shameful tiny nub. That’s what a devoted subbie acts like, by the way. So, note it because that is what I expect from you as my new human ATM. I don’t recommend that you disappoint me.
If you completely surrender everything to this findom phone sex mistress, then I foresee a long, beautiful relationship for us. One in which you work hard and give me all that sweet, sweet money. I could practically cum the second I saw one of my cash cow’s cards approved every time he called. And, of course, I get even more excited when they show their appreciation for me owning and controlling them by obediently saying they’d be honored if I gifted myself with a nice fat tip as a thank you. Aren’t you such a good pay pig! And rightfully, so generous, too. But I wouldn’t expect or accept anything less. So get your card out before you call me. And make sure it is loaded with funds. Only the genuinely worthy deserve my time. All you have to do to be owned by me is to get on the phone and dial 1 888 70 HOT4U and ask to talk to Maisy for findom phone sex.