My heels donโt click for free.
Every step I take is a reminder that Iโm above youโ
and you? You belong right where my feet land:
beneath them. You dream about worshiping my toes while I ignore you.
You crave the pressure of my arch breaking your resistance.
๐ Iโm Not Your Fantasy. Iโm Your Financial Destruction.
You get hard when I get paid.
You moan when I ignore you.
Youโre aching to be used, drained, and humiliated by a woman who knows her worthโ
and baby, you couldnโt afford me if you tried.
Then speak the words I deserve to hear:
โGoddess, I offer my wallet, my pride, and my purpose. Use me.โ
Say it. Send. Serve.
Or stay broke, dreaming about feet youโll never touch. ๐
Youโre Not Spoiling MeโYouโre Surviving Me
Tribute isnโt a gift. Itโs your rent for existing in my world.
Your paycheck is mine. Your will? Already broken.
You were never meant to leadโonly to fund.
Let that sink in, paytoy.