Natalie sat in front of her computer, a smile spreading across her face. She was about to begin her daily ritual, one that brought her immense pleasure and a steady stream of income. She was a femdom goddess, and she had men all over the world wrapped around her finger.
She clicked on her loyalfans account and waited for the notifications to start rolling in. Within minutes, her screen was filled with messages from men begging for her attention. They were all eager to please her, to give her their money and their cum.
“Natalie, I’ll do anything for you,” one message read. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
Natalie giggled to herself. These men were so pathetic, so easily controlled. She had them all under her spell, and they didn’t even realize it.
She responded to the message, her words dripping with venom. “I want you to jerk off for me,” she typed. “I want to hear you goon, to hear you lose control.”
The man on the other end of the message was quick to comply. Within seconds, she could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft. She could hear his moans and grunts, could hear the pleasure in his voice.
“Yes, Natalie,” he panted. “I’m jerking off for you. I’m gooning for you.”
Natalie leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. This was what she lived for, this feeling of power and control. She had these men right where she wanted them.
She moved on to the next message, her words just as cruel and demanding. “I want you to edge for me,” she typed. “I want you to hold off on cumming until I tell you to.”
The man on the other end of the message was eager to please. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. Natalie could hear the strain in his voice, could hear the effort it was taking for him to hold back.
“Yes, Natalie,” he gasped. “I’m edging for you. I’m holding off on cumming.”
Natalie smiled to herself. She loved this, loved the power she had over these men. She could make them do anything she wanted, could make them cum whenever she wanted.
She moved on to the next message, her words just as cruel and demanding. “I want you to cum for me,” she typed. “I want to hear you lose control.”
The man on the other end of the message was quick to comply. Within seconds, she could hear the sound of his hand moving faster and faster. She could hear his moans and grunts, could hear the pleasure in his voice.
“Yes, Natalie,” he panted. “I’m cumming for you. I’m losing control. Thank you, Natalie,” he panted. “Thank you for letting me cum.”
She spent the next few hours in front of her computer, her words bratty and demanding. She made the men jerk off for her, made them edge for her, made them cum for her. And when they were finished, she made them thank her, made them give her their money.
By the end of the night, she had made thousands of dollars. She leaned back in her chair. She was a femdom goddess, and all men must submit to her will.
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