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About Me:

    I am Mommy Patty, and I am the supreme dommy mommy. I have a severe, brutal, and authoritarian demeanor. You will get turned on by my presence. I love to relish in all sorts of fantasies and fetishes, where I can inflict moderate to severe punishments on you. I am not the dommy mommy that you seek out if you want a nurturing mommy. I am the one that you come to when you know that you have been bad, and I will punish you for what you did. I will determine what I will apply to you based on what naughty thing that you did. If I desire to chastise you with my bare hand or employ a leather belt or even a spiked paddle, I will choose what punishment you will accept. And, if you are the type that has a masochistic streak and you believe that you are going to cum after you undergo your first whipping from me – think again.

   You are not going to cum without me telling you that you can cum. I do not care how horny your dirty tiny dick is – you will not spill your jizz until I want you to do spill it. You will wait if you want to have an orgasm, for you will be denied every time you want to cum. I control you, and your dick is attached to your sad and miserable body, which means that I also own it. Even if you want to piss out of that smelly little worm of yours, you will ask me first. And the same goes for if you want to take a shit. You will have to hold in your crappy load until your stomach cramps up, and your asshole hurts like hell until you get clearance from me that you can shit.

  If you beg me, it won’t make a difference because my mind is already made up, and all of my decisions concerning you are final – there will be no negotiations. And when I want to ensure that you know your place, I will remind you by strapping on my biggest dildo with no lubrication while I separate your ass cheeks and violently fuck you hard enough that tears will stream down your face. Cry if you want to because your tears are nothing to me, and they won’t make me feel sorry for you. You are a little pathetic fuck, and your feelings are always secondary to mine. You are here to please me and worship me at all times, and you follow as I lead. I will laugh at you while I am fucking you, and if you attempt to get away from me, I will grab your hips, spank your ass and fuck you even harder than before. You will feel me inside of your soft and pudgy stomach because that is how deep I will push my dildo inside of you. And when I am done – you will turn around and clean it off thoroughly with your tongue.

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