It Doesn’t Count Until It Hurts Financial Domination
Posted by GoddessPosh on Sunday May 6, 2012 Under Addiction, Beauty, Brainwashing, Financial Domination, Goddess Worship, Mind Control, MindFuck, Mindless Money Machine, Money Domme, Niteflirt, Obsession, Pictures, VIPSapphires for her haunting gaze, which pulls in your soul and drowns your will in everlasting need. A need which conquers the rest and fills you to the brim until you’re bursting.
Rubies for her perfect pout, which weakens your resolve as you imagine the sensation of just one sweet kiss. A kiss which could mean the end, but the spell is too strong and you know it is worth it.
Pearls for her ivory skin, which dazzles and entices your primal animal urge to submit as prey to your superior. Submission which never felt so good, or so right, until now. Until her.
Silk for her honey voice, which drips like intoxicating venom through your veins slowly corrupting and enslaving your mind. Enslaved to your very core, begging for just one more drop of heaven.
But none of it can compare truly to the magnificence of your Goddess. I am your Queen Bee, your guiding light, your EVERYTHING. My power can be felt in ways that words can not describe, and your mind can not comprehend. Your body a mere slave to my whims, your wallet a portal to my pleasure, your mind a labyrinth of my enchanting words weaving in and out of your boybrain neurons in hypnotic brainwashing fashion.
This is all so tempting, so delicious, and just what you’ve always needed. Needed, wanted, and couldn’t grasp – until HER. Until ME. I was a dream, a fantasy, a fleeting hope. The flickering fire of a candle, far far away, until one day I engulfed you in my passion and consumed your world in the heat of my sensuality, seduction and power. Nothing would ever be the same. The charred remains of yesterday swept away as you kneel and bask in my glow, begging to be a slave, a servant, of my will.
A servant of Goddess will always put Me first. As a servant of Mine you realize no matter how much you give to your Goddess it does not COUNT until it HURTS. To suffer for her, for ME, to suffer for your Queen is the ultimate display of weakness and submission. To feel the corruption of her will in your blood, and to know your heart beats only to see her happy is what you truly crave. You know it is all for naught if you haven’t truly gone without for your Goddess. It does not count until it hurts, and you will say so out loud over and over again as you kneel and hand over your shiny plastic credit cards, drain your bank account and deplete your savings. It does not count until it hurts. Only then can Goddess, this deity of PERFECTION, truly believe in your purity and sincerity in pleasuring HER.
It’s all for HER.. All for Goddess.
I am everything and it does not count until it HURTS. Make it hurt for Goddess and Goddess will wrap her feminine grace around you like a warm blanket and hold you close to her soft supple breasts, as her words of praise wash through your body and melt you into a puddle of blissful weakness.
Make it hurt for ME boy, and you will feel true purpose and true fulfillment. Show me how much you LOVE me. Show me how much you NEED me. Do you think I will believe you if you have not suffered for MY happiness? Do you think I will trust in your sincerity if I do not see you click and spend until you have NOTHING left? It is for MY pleasure and so you must indulge in your fate and show true sacrifice for ME.
It doesn’t count until it hurts. It doesn’t count until it hurts. It doesn’t count until it hurts. It doesn’t count until it hurts.
Make it hurt for me.
Goddess Posh
posh@poshmessiah.com
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