I, by no means, hide that all I view you as in this fantasy world is my stepping stone to wealth. I command it from you. I manipulate you out of it. I even compliment my way into your bank account. But what does it all really mean? Am I really in it for the money only and do all of our memories mean nothing together? You may already know the answer: it depends on how much your have sacrificed.
You see, there is no serving me without practicing Wealth Redistribution actively, willingly, and in obligation to me. It is the building blocks of our relationship. I remember always having what I wanted as a child. Although, I received very little emotional support, I HAD EVERY FUCKING MATERIAL NEED MET. To the point I began to expect that everyone around me pleased me. In a sense, my parents have raised this Bratty Black Goddess you serve now. In a sense, it also made me equate gifts with love. It is my only love language. I will not be convinced to accept less.
All in all, I seek to give you the gift of knowing how it feels to serve someone who know exactly what they want from you. No need to beat around the bush and pretend that this isn’t about financial power. I lust for it. I will acquire it by any means necessary, even using my powers, my sex, my ALOOF behaviors against you. At times, I find myself relishing in how easy it to get the product [me] to the consumer [you] in such a digital way. I never have to see my victims.
In July, I pulled my biggest heist yet. A verbal shakedown on a white human male who begged me to fuck his account up. It started with 50. Then 100. I got bored and wanted more. The little girl in me is never satisfied, she always wants to know how much love she can take it. Her love is material wealth. She, this little greedy girl in me, has claimed many victims. I am sure this guy didn’t think I would push it. After I had my teeth sunk in him deep the total was $3,500!!! A big day for Baby Aspen. It only made me want more of him.
To find more men who want to give me wealth. I did not have to ask, nor train. I only gave him humiliation. Reminded him that it was natural to want to give me 4 figures in a day because of his predecessors and how horrible they have been on this planet. How his DNA was riddled with genetic trash. That it was me, who the debt would be paid to. How his ancestors would die in their grave if they only knew how he was pissing his inheritance away to me. His hard-earned cash to me. A pretty little black girl home grown in PG County.
It is not lost on me that my training and education, the OPS System, is reaching the white male population. Obeying, paying, and staying away is completely logical. It is proper wealth redistribution. I even wonder, how much further we can take this education. That is and has always been my goal. A cycle of your wallet to mine. It’s so easy, I wonder if I should just set traps everywhere to catch all of the wallets in my pretty brown lap.
BUY NOW
Tributing me is important because it is my fetish. As I rarely am interested in anything you want to talk about because your seriously boring as hell. I cannot find interest in any man who doesn’t shower me with gifts, adoration, and cash. If this hurts your feelings, be angry with your lack of commitment to attain the things you wish to praise. Tribute now or feel empty.
“I NEED HER FEET”
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