Just got home from the most boring donor dinner with my parents. Smiling for old men in suits who think my only ambition is to marry rich. Little do they know I'm the one who decides what I take. 😈

Sometimes I wonder what they'd do if I just stood up and told them how I really spent my afternoon—on my knees, choking on my boyfriend's cock until he came so hard he almost passed out. The taste of power is so much sweeter than any fancy champagne. He thinks he's buying my affection, but he's just paying for the privilege of being used. His money is nothing compared to the control I have when he's desperate and begging.

Maybe next time I'll make him beg in front of everyone. Now that would be a donation worth making. 💸