It’s that time of the month again. The time when all my little pay piggies come out of the shadows to send me my monthly tributes. They do so without question, as it should be. Now not all the men who ‘tribute’ Me are slaves, oh no. Some are sweet, and what I would consider my Sugar Daddies, it’s so cute when they get in a pissing match with each other. One will send me a stellar tip and another will out do it, then another will out do him, and it goes on and on. I spend much of the conversation on the phone just simply gushing over them. And it’s not a contrite act either, I really do adore my Sugar Daddies, each and every one of them, and I never neglect any of them for any reason what so ever. And then I have the ATM guys, and then the blackmail guys, then the money slaves, forced intox guys and those who just want me to rape their wallet, take every penny they own. So many men who want to give me pretty things and make sure I have what ever it is my heart desires, even if it means for some of them eating crackers and peanut butter for days on end. ~laughs~ So you see, what ever I want I get, just as all Goddesses should!
Money Goddess,
Tawnee
