You beg to serve. You ache to obey. But here? Desperation must be funded. Tribute is not a request. It is your first act of obedience.

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You think this pleases your Goddess? You were made for more. Reflect. Repent. Return with trembling hands and a worthier offering. Until then, you will feel My silence in your DMs. Redemption is earned.🕯️😒⛓️

Findom friday? Your bills can wait. Your Goddess cannot. If you’ve worked hard, prove your devotion in the only language that matters: tribute.

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You stare. You crave. You give. That’s your place. Kneel.

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You crave to be seen. To be used. To be shamed. To be worthy. To be chosen. To be filled with purpose. Then kneel. Worship. Serve your Goddess. The altar is open. You know what to do.

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I exist. You worship. That’s the natural order.

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A goddess doesn’t plead. She is worshipped. Obey. Tribute.

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Looks better when it's unblurred—ask nicely with your wallet.

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The final stage of evolution: Obedience

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Only obedient pay pigs can earn access to the unblurred version. Send tribute or keep wishing.

Goddess doesn't chase. The worthy come crawling.

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Every dollar you lose is another inch closer to pleasing me. I'm almost impressed. Financial ruin looks delicious on you.

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Just me, sitting here forgetting you exist. Prove your worth, little piggie.

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