Yes my armpit is sweaty (gym workout). Yes you have a tiny shrimp (genetics)

I’ll allow you to massage them AFTER you prove your devotion financially.

Addicted already? Good. Now prove it with your wallet.

Hey armpit sniffers, should I grow it or shave it?

Who wants to shower with me?

The most perfect thing about me? My lips. Stay broke staring, gooners.

Where are the legit subs who are completely obsessed, follow instructions (on command), and devote their finances to me? It’s been a minute since I’ve seen anyone with this trifecta.

Pathetic how easily you’re triggered by something so effortless.

My feet belong in your mouth. Wouldn’t you agree?

Good morning gorgeous Goddesses and fin dumb dumbs. Today is going to be magnificent.

Just imagine: Your face buried under my arm, inhaling every inch of me while your wallet empties.

Rise and shine. Time for the gym.

Hey losers, your shrimp tax is due. Time to pay up.

I want a local sub that I can trust enough to come to my house and do everything I don’t want to do. I.e. deep cleaning and yard work.

Careful, tiny. That’s a long way down if you slip.

My armpit stubble is coming in stronger than your fragile little ego… embarrassing.

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Single file, foot boys. Who’s earning the honor of licking the cupcake off my shoe?

Take a tip from Ryan. This is how good boys treat their Goddesses. And when I told him to send again. He complied.

The sun took my energy, so now I’ll take your (financial) energy. Be blessed.

How can I step on this cutie? His style is very SoCal and we have matching Vans. Maybe I’ll keep him as my pet. 🤔

My feet make the perfect pillow and an even better view.

Pheromones this strong require payment. That’s the rule.

Smell my armpit and tell me what you think I’ve been doing to get it that stinky.

Being a giantess is all fun and games… until tiny men turn your foot into their favorite hiding spot.

Taking a break from idiots has done wonders for my mental health. Only useful pets with open wallets are allowed near me now.

If you want to be taken care of, go home to mom. If you want to worship, bring your wallet, your savings, and your 401k.

Your shrimp and my patience. Both non existent.

Bad boys are overrated. I prefer nerdy subs with brains and a wallet that opens on command.

Little known fact about me: I trained my feet NOT to be ticklish. If a grown man can’t get a laugh out of me by tickling my feet, a tiny man doesn’t stand a chance.

Rise and shine, betas. Time to work hard for my money. If you’re a loser who has no money. Figure out how to make some. Sell your crap. Sell your plasma, cash in your 401k. Get creative.

Just got home from the gym. Who’s licking the sweat off my armpits?

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.