Lurkers are just subs with no courage and no wallet. Try being a little less of a creepy stalker and send.

The Queen of hearts has always been my favorite. “Off with their heads!” (Broke simps & losers who make me angry to the front of the line).

My favorite ring broke and 3 diamonds fell out. My perfect hand feels naked without it. Send $200 to get it fixed.

Truer words have never been spoken.

Only the best betas pump AND serve to my pixels.

PSA fellas: If you’re trying to top from the bottom, you’ve already failed.

Oops. I just stepped on a tiny man. Should I try to revive him or let him perish?

Seeing my feet triggers a chemical response in your brain, footboy. Obsession and devotion are the side effects.

Pathetic losers, Mommy wants coffee sends for breakfast. Now, go do your job.

Shrimp tax is non-negotiable. Send or be forgotten.

But do you, really?

With so many triggers in 1 pic, your brain short-circuits straight to dispensing your paycheck.

You losers aren’t living up to your full potential. Submit and who knows, you’ll probably end of having a spiritual awakening. I am a Goddess after all.

I haven’t ball busted in ages. What pathetic gooner is going to let me take out my rage on them?

Mirror, mirror on the wall, my legs and feet are the hottest of them all.

Losers have the most pliable brains. That’s why manipulation looks so effortless.

My dirty feet taste better than your wife. And you know it.

Worship hours are open. Bring your tribute and your tongue.

Which toe are you sucking first, beta? Or are you pathetically desperate enough to try shoving all of them in at once just to impress me?

Fear looks good on tinies when they realize resistance costs extra. #giantess #tinies

New Year’s Mantra: I attract aligned energy that multiplies infinitely and effortlessly.

You fit perfectly in the palm of my hand obedient, paying, and praying not to be squished. #giantess #tinies

Just a friendly reminder that you’re still a loser and I’m still perfect. Xoxo

Your mouth already knows where it wants to be.

Blurred for MY pleasure. Your frustration is just a bonus.

Nothing turns me on like a fresh paycheck leaving your account.

Clean body, yummy armpits, dirty thoughts, empty wallet.

The best way to get men to STFU is to put both feet in their mouth at the same time.

My ass isn’t just eye-catching. It’s mind-controlling.

You losers aren’t living up to your full potential. Submit and who knows, you’ll probably end of having a spiritual awakening. I am a Goddess after all.

My ex-bf loves fishnets. Fuck that guy.

You’re not inadequate by accident. You’re inadequate by design.

If there were a Queen of Vans, I’d already be crowned. My favorite color, fur, and a throne you’ll never be worthy of touching.

Funny how even the 4th hole has you throbbing. Pathetic little foot slut.

Dear Santa, I’ve been good and bad 😏 this year. Please bring me the following for Christmas: 1. Religious sub(s) to corrupt 2. Wedgie sub(s) to laugh at 3. Whale sub(s) to spoil me rotten 4. More IRL subs to serve me Xoxo Caligoddess

If my pixels already overwhelm you, imagine what my actual face would do to you.

My skeleton logo is throwing up the peace sign. I’m throwing up at the thought of your teeny-tiny button dick.

2 days until my birthday… Have you figured out what to get me yet? Here’s a hint: Money. Gifts. Worship.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. I love your money and it loves me too.

1 year later and these feet are still breaking hearts and wallets.

Go ahead, sniff and lick your screen. It’s not weird at all…

Lurkers are just pathetic freeloaders. Prove me wrong.

Today is the day you finally admit your tiny little secret …and pay me for laughing at it.

Blurred or not, you’ll still beg to lick every curve.

Indecisive men don’t deserve choices…they deserve commands.

Only in your dreams will you ever make a mess on my feet, foot freak.

You exist to be laughed at, locked up, and drained.

Your pathetic world is nothing but pixelated feet and permanent blue balls.

One step forward and it’s over for you tiny beta. But first, you’re going to pay for the privilege of knowing it was me who crushed you.

Your new mantra, finslut: Pump. Whimper. Send. Say it. Repeat it. Live it. Love it.