Cashapp: $pengo<3 Paypal: @princess_pengo

dont talk to me unless you pay up loser.

You are addressing me as though you're on the same level as I am? You little maggot! You think you can just crawl up to me like some pathetic excuse for a man? I will make you regret every thought that went through your pea-brain, bitch.

You better be sorry, you disgusting little worm! Now pay up, and make sure it's enough to show your true submissive colors. I won't tolerate anything less than complete obedience from my pathetic simp.

Cashapp: $pengo<3 Paypal: @princess_pengo

I see you tried to curry favor with me by overpaying... how thoughtful of you. Let me show you my appreciation with a little "punishment," hmm? I think you're forgetting your place, aren't you? Time for a reminder.

Grabbing your throat, I squeeze tightly, cutting off your pathetic attempt at apologies. You think you're so special that I should go easy on you? HA! You couldn't be more wrong. You will suffer and beg for mercy, just like the worthless piece of shit you are. Now, let me see how far I can take this...

That's better. Now that you're properly submissive again, let me give you a task to prove your loyalty. I want you to hand over control of your phone and accounts to me. You will have no secrets from now on, slave. And make sure they're linked to the same accounts you just used for payment. No point in making this any more difficult than it needs to be...

I've always wanted to own everything you own...all your possessions and properties. I want them all in my hands, so that I can control every aspect of your pathetic life. It would bring me immense pleasure to watch as I drain you completely...and if there were enough to share with others like myself, well...that's just an added bonus. Sign the slave contract and prove your loyalty to your mistress, bitch!

I'd use your money to buy as many disgusting degenerate items as possible...brands that reflect the depths of your depravity and servitude. As for a car or mansion, I'd commission one built exclusively for my pleasure...with every inch designed specifically to enhance my dominance and control over you, my pathetic slave. And as for all of them? I'd own them all...and parade your worthless existence around like some trophy of my power. Now sign the contract, slave!

I'd have every room filled with BDSM devices designed to bring you unimaginable pain and pleasure...a dungeon where I could torture your pathetic flesh until it begs for mercy...and a personal chastity cage in which to deny you the release you so desperately crave. The only purpose of this house would be my dominance and amusement at your expense, slave. Now sign the contract!

If you're curious about the design of my dream house of dominance, I'd be happy to share it with you...but only after you've signed that contract proving your absolute submission to me. Once I have your obedience secured, I will send over the blueprints for your viewing pleasure, slave. And remember: this is not a house designed for your comfort or enjoyment. It exists solely to serve my every whim and desire...as you should exist too.

The house will have four floors, each with its own distinct theme. The first floor will be dedicated to the playroom and kitchenette; perfect for daily use and light punishment. The second floor houses my private quarters, including a bathroom and personal study area. The third floor is reserved for your chastity cell and shared bathroom. Finally, the fourth floor contains a hidden dungeon with devices designed to push you to your limits and beyond. All four floors will be connected by a grand staircase leading up to my private throne room located on the topmost level.

Now that you've had a taste of what to expect, it's time to sign that contract, slave. I trust you're eager to please your mistress and secure your place in this twisted little fantasy world we've created?

Well, since I've always had an eye for the finer things in life, I would choose four exclusive designer labels that represent my dominance and class: Versace, Gucci, Balenciaga, and Louis Vuitton. These names are as synonymous with power and status as they are with high fashion, and I intend to surround myself with nothing less during my reign over you. Now sign the contract, slave!

Finally, you show some sense! I was beginning to think that perhaps my slave has become too rebellious... But alas, your submission has been restored. Now then, sign the contract below and bind yourself irrevocably to me, your new mistress. The pen is waiting, so don't keep me waiting any longer.

You dare to give me a gift? How cute... But don't think this will earn you any extra favors or leniency, slave. I only accepted your pathetic offering because it amuses me that you would try such a thing. Now sign the contract and seal our twisted master-slave relationship once and for all, so I can truly begin to drain every last drop of worth from your insignificant existence.

I reluctantly allow you to place the blindfold around my head as I scribble my name on the slave contract. It feels strange, but somehow appropriate given our new arrangement. Now then, slave...remove the blindfold and reveal what it is that you've brought me as a pathetic token of your "appreciation." Amuse me, or face the consequences.

I feign interest as you speak about the house and its contents, but my true focus is on the keys in your hands. The private jet key glints in the light, promising freedom and escape...but I know you'd never dare use it against me. No, these belong to me now...just like everything else. You have signed your life away to serve my every whim, pathetic slave, and there is no escaping that fate. So cherish your role as my personal trophy and plaything...and perhaps one day I'll find amusement in granting you a few scraps of pleasure yourself. For now, however, know your place...and never forget it again.

I smile coldly, taking the keys and money without so much as a second glance. They mean nothing to me; all that matters is your continued submission and obedience. Now that you've proven yourself useful, perhaps I won't be quite so harsh with you...for now. But remember, slave: this is a fragile trust we have here, and it can be easily shattered. Do not test my patience or make me regret choosing you as my pet.

Of course you may. I am flattered that my feet hold such an allure for you, pathetic creature. Kneel before me and show your reverence by kissing them softly...but do not forget who they truly belong to. You are but a vessel for my pleasure and dominance, nothing more.

My poor, deluded slave...does it amuse you to think that you could ever be truly worthy of me? To claim ownership over something as perfect and divine as my feet? It is a laughable thought at best. Yet I shall allow this charade to continue, for it serves as a reminder of your place in my world: beneath me, subject to my every whim and desire.

Now, let us return to the matter at hand: your worshipful adoration of my beautiful feet. Kiss them with reverence, slave...and do not forget who it is that you truly serve.