Im sitting relaxed in my massage chair leather leggings, high heels, Turkish superiority. And you know what massages me? Not hands. Your money. Every tribute payment is a pressure point that relaxes me. Every transfer a twitch of my power. I lean back and your bank balance shrinks for my comfort. Your pain is my luxury. Because I am your money mistress. And you are only there to serve. Without anything in return. Without question. Just numbers. Silence. Obediently. This is how you massage a real Turkish Findom goddess.
