Lingerie, Heels, and Power: Why My Kinks Deserve to Be Funded

Of course I expect to be spoiled. Of course I expect you to do your very best to impress.

The luxe lingerie. The designer heels. The sets that cling to my body like they were made for me. These are not just luxuries. They are part of my ritual, my arousal, my control.

You do not just buy me things. You dress the body you serve. You fund the fantasies you will never touch.

And when I slip into those pieces, I am not just thinking about you. I am very much thinking about myself. How divine I look. How expensive I feel. How right it is that you paid for the privilege.

I Do Not Just Lingerie. It’s a Craving, a Hunger that deserves to be fed.

When you tribute for a new set, it is not generosity. It is obedience. Every clasp I fasten, every strap I adjust, every inch of satin or lace against my skin is proof that you know your place.

I look in the mirror and smirk because your weakness made this moment possible. That turns me on more than any compliment ever could.

My Heels Are More Than Footwear. They Are Symbols of Control.

When I step into a new pair of designer heels, I am not just walking. I am claiming ground. I am rising above you.

Each click on the floor reminds me that I move through the world elevated by your sacrifice. Your devotion funds my power. Your wallet proves your worth.

And when I cross my legs and admire how good they look on me, you feel it in your gut. You know they were never for you. They were for me.

Your Fetish Exists Because of Mine

This is the truth about financial domination. You are not just paying to please me. You are paying to fuel me.

When I wear something that turns me on, and I know your desperation paid for it, I become even more untouchable. You spiral harder. You ache deeper.

You feel owned. I feel adored. That is the dynamic.

I Dress for My own Arousal.

I do not dress for you. I dress for my own arousal, my own indulgence, my own pleasure.

When you pay for what touches my skin, you are offering more than money. You are offering power.

So do not ask what I like. Look at the wishlist. Choose something exquisite.

Because when I wear it, you will know you did something right.

And when I take it off, you will wish you were worthy of seeing that moment too.

—AJ