Bratty Teen Findom Phonesex – A Letter to Mr. Dr. Prof. Piggybank – Part 2
You might be wondering, “but princess, what are all of the ways that I can give you money?”
It’s simple, pervert: you buy my panties, buy my audios, and leave a big fat tip when you call. When you do get me on the phone, you can listen to me brag about all the ways I’m going to spend that cash–and there’s nothing you can do to stop this bratty princess once your wallet is in her clutches. While we’re on the phone, I’ll shop online and give you a play by play. Lingerie, sex toys, videogames–I’ll describe everything I’m going to buy and how much it costs. I’ll make you sweat at the thought of your money going to me, to my every whim. What more could you possibly want?
… Wait, to get off?
You called me, your favorite bratty teen princess, so you could jerk off?
Meh. I have better things to do… Like get off using the new dildo I bought, courtesy of you and your inappropriate spending habits. Would that suffice? Would you enjoy listening to me play with myself, by myself, with no regard to you?
If that’s not your cup of slut tea, then what if I invited a friend over? Could be a girl from my old cheerleading squad, could be a guy from the football team. Either way, you would have the honor of listening in as I get fucked. Want to hear your bratty princess moan in a way you can never achieve? Want to listen as I’m dominated by a real man–a man who isn’t afraid to choke me, smack me, call me mean names?
Or, you know, ignoring you is an option. Let’s be honest–it gets really boring just sitting here listening to you talk about how you don’t have friends or a girlfriend. I’d rather be watching anime, Law & Order SVU, or my favorite Youtubers. I’d rather be having fun–and what’s more fun than having you book a call with me, just so I can ignore you the entire time? You can listen as I watch TV, as I play videogames, as I eat snacks and laugh at web comics.
Wouldn’t that be fun?
I’ll be honest, it doesn’t matter if you agree with me or not. It doesn’t matter if you think it’s fun. What matters is whether or not I think it’s fun–and I, your bratty teen princess, think that all of the above would be exceptionally fun. Remember: it’s what I think that matters, What I feel that matters, and what entertains me that matters… And I’m ever so entertained watching you squirm as I empty your wallet like the pay pig you are. Enjoy your stay in financial ruin, peasant, population you. It’s like Hotel California; you can check out, but you can never leave.
Call me up sometime and leave me a big, fat tip while you book a call. Book prepaid minutes with me on our website and then shoot me an email wishing me a nice day. Buy a pair of my panties for you to sniff and jerk off into while I use your cash to fan myself. What are you waiting for?
Thanks for reading Part 2 of my blog! Part 1 was posted days ago, in case you haven’t read it yet–or you could be a good little pay pig and buy the audio version instead.
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