Here's an overview of My preferred ways of using My slaves. I think they include the main fetishes, ranging from humiliation by spitting you in the face to hard torture by kicking you in the balls. I'm sure you deviant perverts will beg ME to try at least a few of them on you. I will enjoy abusing you on cam or when we meet up for a real-time domination session.

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It's a mild but muggy September day in Beverly Hills, California, when Harley and I meet at her new neighborhood nail salon. Today, the 6-foot-tall Silicon Valley expatriate is dressed in a leatherlike jumpsuit so short and low-cut that it feels like a mere suggestion of clothing. A shock of magenta hair frames the constellation of stars tattooed across her left temple. Her unnaturally plump lips are so glossy and brightly colored they almost look lacquered. She wears platform boots to accentuate her already-imposing frame.


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That means she demands money from submissive male clients, often known as "money slaves" or "pay pigs. In exchange, they just want to hear her go shopping while her phone jangles around in her purse, or they want to be verbally humiliated and called names. Financial domination or findom for short is one of the many fetishes in the world of BDSM. It most often takes the form of a submissive man giving his money, and thus his control, to a dominant woman, often a professional financial dominatrix — usually, without any exchange of explicit sexual services at all.




Daisy Ducati was tugging at the leash attached to the leather collar around my neck, pulling me down to my hands and knees. A small but lively audience had gathered around the private stage in the back of Little Darlings, the North Beach strip club known for its nude dances and explicit VIP shows. The handful of testosterone-fueled young men, full of bashful bravado, egged Daisy on. They got noticeably nervous, however, when she ordered them to spank me and clothespin money to my breasts. The dollar bills they threw into the air fluttered down and stuck to my skin, melting into my sweat-soaked body like snowflakes.