Sexy Sienna

New to this site, certainly not new to being a superior Goddess that will leave you weak on your knees.

Well, well, well… look who finally showed up. My newest toy.

Let’s go over the basics, shall we? You exist to serve. You exist to please. You exist to obey. If you forget that for even a second, expect punishment.

Let’s be clear—you’re not just small physically, you’re small mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I’ll remind you of your inadequacy with every degrading word that leaves my lucious juicy lips. And guess what? It’ll turn you on. You’ll love it.

Tributes? Don’t mind if I do - Money is the best way to show your devotion, and lucky for you, I’ll take as much as you can throw at me. Consider every tribute a reminder of just how little you matter. The more you give, the more I’ll enjoy watching you squirm.

You must be pretty desperate to end up in MY world, where your every need will be ignored, and your ego shattered into tiny, irrelevant pieces. Welcome, slave. Let’s be honest—you’re not here to “find yourself.” You’re here to lose yourself to me. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never find your way back.

You’ll thank me for every moment of frustration. You’re welcome.

From now on, everything you do will be for My amusement. I’ll break you down until you understand that you purely exist to obey me. And don’t even think about questioning me. Your thoughts are mine, your actions are mine, and your pitiful desires are mine to play with.

Forget about what you thought you knew about yourself. I’ll teach you your real purpose: to serve, to submit, and to worship me.

Your independent thoughts? They’re cute. They’re gone. All you’ll have left is an overwhelming need to please me. You’ll get off on it. If I let you. I’ll make sure you understand your place.

Ah, CBT. Let’s talk about that—because you seem like the kind of pathetic little creature who thinks he can handle a little pain. You’ll soon learn that in my world, pain equals pleasure. My pleasure.

Every squeeze, every shock, every torment will be a reminder of how insignificant your body is. You’ll think you’re begging for release, but I’ll remind you that you don’t get to make those decisions. I do.

You’ll be on the verge of release constantly—and I’ll never let you reach it. I’ll build you up and leave you on edge until your entire existence revolves around my satisfaction, not yours.

You exist to worship my body, my curves, my beauty. You’re just a sad little servant. I’ll let you kiss my feet, but don’t expect to be rewarded for your pathetic efforts.

Your worth? It’s nothing. Your ego? Shattered. Your pride? Gone. But don't worry, you're perfect for this role—getting off on my insults. Don’t expect any mercy.

Let’s Talk About Money, Darling. You can’t get enough of handing over your money to someone who doesn’t need it but will gladly take it. You may think you’re in control of your finances, but really? That money is mine.

Respect is mandatory. You are nothing but a tool for my pleasure. Don’t forget it. Obey without question. Do as I say, when I say it. Failure to comply will bring consequences—don’t test me.

Your pleasure doesn’t matter. Everything you do is to please me. If I see fit, I’ll allow you a taste of release—but only if you’ve earned it.

You will endure everything I throw at you. When you think you can’t take any more, I’ll make you beg for more.

Your suffering is my delight.

Sienna <3