Goddess Lucia sat atop her decadent throne, bathed in the di..
Published: October 26th 2023, 10:51:01 pm
Goddess Lucia sat atop her decadent throne, bathed in the dim glow of crimson lights that created an atmosphere of seductive mystery. She was dressed in an opulent, shimmering evening gown, the material clinging to her curves in a way that was almost sinful. Her gaze fixed upon her newest submissive, Henry, a corporate shark known for his cutthroat business strategies. Today, he was merely a fish out of water, desperate for her attention.
"So, Henry," she purred, crossing one leg over the other in a slow, deliberate motion. "I hear you're used to getting what you want. How does it feel to be on the other side of the equation?"
Henry, kneeling in front of her, looked up nervously. "I'm eager to experience it, Goddess."
"Ah, but there's a catch," Lucia smirked, leaning forward. "This is a ripoff fantasy. The more you give, the less you get."
Henry's eyes widened, but the thrill of the gamble appealed to his risk-taking nature. "I understand, Goddess."
"Good," Lucia smiled. She held out her hand, a manicured nail pointing towards his phone. "Transfer $500 to my account. Now."
Henry quickly obeyed, his fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Lucia's phone buzzed with the notification, and her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"Very good, but that's just the entry fee," she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. "For another thousand, you can kiss my shoe."
The audacity of the offer sent a shiver down Henry's spine, but he was already too deep in the game. He transferred another thousand, earning him the momentary privilege of pressing his lips to the pointed toe of her stiletto.
Lucia chuckled softly, enjoying the intoxicating blend of power and greed. "You're catching on, aren't you? The more desperate you become, the more you're willing to give for even the tiniest scrap of my attention."
Henry's heart was racing, but he couldn't deny the twisted pleasure he felt in being financially dominated in such an overt manner. "What's next, Goddess?"
Lucia sat back down on her throne, her eyes shining with predatory delight. "For a mere $5,000, I'll blow you a kiss from across the room."
Without a second thought, Henry complied. As soon as the transaction was complete, Lucia pursed her lips and blew a kiss towards him, making no physical contact whatsoever.
"Ah, the art of the ripoff," Lucia mused, basking in the exquisiteness of her own manipulation. "You've paid for an experience that gives you nothing tangible, yet you find it indescribably arousing, don't you?"
Henry nodded, his ego bruised but his cravings intensified. "Yes, Goddess. I've never felt more alive."
"Good," Lucia said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Because in my realm, you pay not for substance, but for the sublime intoxication of powerlessness. And that, my dear, is a ripoff you'll eagerly partake in, time and time again."
Sweating and spent, Henry could only bow in agreement, his wallet lighter but his submissive soul infinitely richer. And as he left her presence, Lucia knew he'd be back for another round, another ripoff, another delicious dance on the edge of financial ruin.