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Dominatrix location: UNITED STATES Age group: 21 - 29 Intensity of play: Messing with the mind is more my thing Relationship desired: Online torment Domination play: I adore inflicting, corporal punishment, strap-on training, crossdressing, nipple torture, humiliation, psycho-drama, golden showers, CBT, bondage, everything! |
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I am Supreme Goddess Lana, the only Goddess of Financial Ruin! I never seek new slaves...it is you that seek Me! You need Me to humiliate you and use you only for My amusement whenever I so desire! I prefer slaves to have a web cam or digital camera so that I may see the slave doing as I so command it to do. Do you need a humiliating task pet? I have got plenty that will amuse Me for hours and keep you in line. I expect nothing less then 100% submission. I do travel all over the USA for R/T sessions, but only after 1 year of online correspondence and sessions. I currently have a group of 33 slaves that I conduct online sessions with. I want to keep My group small, no more then 60 so that each slave gets the proper use and abuse it deserves. I was born a Supreme Goddess, My DIVINITY is to be a Bitch. I am a Taurus, therefore, I am very demanding, must have things MY way and above all else...materialistic! you may try to prove you are worthy of My cruel power...humble yourself and beg for My attention you weakling! I DO NOT cater to your fetishes...it is you that will cater to MINE! If you seek to worship and spoil a real life Goddess, your search has now ended! Get off your lazy ass you worm and do something to please Me! My desires should be your only desires! You may send a respectful email with a short introduction describing yourself and why I should bless you with My DIVINE SUPERIOR power! I was placed on this Earth to be worshipped by you. ~Supreme Goddess Lana~ ---- A slaves perspective---- Born to be used - A slaves perspective Financial slavery. For some who roll those two words off their tongue, it will have a rough, alien sound to it. A repulsion, perhaps, with shades of disbelief creeping in around the edges. But for others, myself included, it has an entirely different sound to it. Part sensual, part audacious, part compulsive. Those two little words - financial slavery - can make my pulse race like nothing else. In those moments when I am farthest from the world of Female Supremacy, when I suddenly think of the whole thing again, it instantly alters my brain chemistry and makes me feel very submissive regardless of what I happen to be doing at that moment. Which can be most awkward if I happen to be speaking to a Woman at the time! I have been owned this way in the past, and hope to again someday. In some cases it takes the form of casual gifting - quietly listening and learning what pleases a particular Woman, and then sending Her a gift without any fuss. No expectation of reward, just appreciative of a quiet 'Thank you, born to be used' - and no implied ownership as a result. Other times, I have knelt before a Woman and offered Her deeper access into my life. I have had the experience, in my past, of handing a Woman an envelope with all my most personal details - bank account numbers and online access passwords; credit card details and balances; online Yahoo, aol, etc) passwords - things like that. The first time you log on and realize that She has been prowling through bank accounts and credit cards - it is the most amazing feeling. A real to-the-bone experience of being utterly owned. And very addictive. There are areas of this fetish that I have only glimpsed at, but have never experienced. Aspects that I have thought about again and again, but have never put into reality. It must be so liberating to be free of all financial worries. Free because every single dollar/pound/peso of your earnings are whisked away within microseconds of arriving in your bank account. Having Her pay your monthly bills, and keeping you on a tight budget - the balance staying with Her. Never having to worry about taxes again, or fret over your financial future. Knowing that all your basic needs will be taken care of, and having first hand experience watching Her flower and grow with the fruit of your labours. Seeing Her become more and more used to it being there - becoming dependent on it's reliability. A connection made, that can endure the times and tides of change. What must it feel like to look back on a decade of serving Her that way? To add up how much you have contributed to Her life, and to still feel the hunger to continue to the end? How would it make Her feel, having a slave on a severely tight budget, and seeing that he has still managed to save up enough to buy a small present? There are other aspects of financial slavery that float around inside this financial slave's brain. Contrasts are a big thing with me. Appearances - like an Aero bar. Solid on the outside, hollowed out on the inside. Giving off the appearance of being a 'typical' male - running in the rat race like everyone else - but living the reality of zero savings after decades of work. Feeling Her eyes boring into you whenever a friend or acquaintance mentions the subject of money or financial planning. The flush of blood to the cheeks as you look Her in the eye, both of you knowing the truth of the situation. I have never experienced that - but I'll bet there would be such a look of confidence and power in Her. Real confidence, real power. Quiet satisfaction. There is something so powerfully attractive in all this. Knowing that She is free to indulge Herself - and the price to be paid is that I must sacrifice and cut back. Live without. Worshipping Her - if shopping for shoes makes Her happy, for example - then drawing comfort from knowing that She can spend many an afternoon indulging in Her passion. For some of us, it sure beats an afternoon out with the boys getting pissed three times a week, no question about that.
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