MissFinley is forty, blonde, blue-eyed, rocking a 36D chest, 28-inch waist, and 40-inch hips on a 125-pound frame stretched over 5’7 of pure mean dominance. Average build my ass, she’s built for breaking egos and bending brains. She’s bi, she’s got tattoos, piercings, and even keeps it hairy down south because she doesn’t give a single fuck about catering to anyone’s dainty little fantasies. She is the fantasy. A pro Domme for over 14 years, she’s a goddamn encyclopedia of torture and desire. SPH, CBT, CEI, sounding, worship, hardcore mind control, gooning until you’re a drooling idiot, feminizing you into her personal sissy puppet—she does it all with the grace of someone who knows exactly how far she can push before you’re destroyed. And trust me, she’ll push further anyway. This is not some cupcake dominatrix that pats you on the head. This is a Capricorn sadist who takes the word Goddess and actually makes it feel embarrassing if you call her anything less. Her whole vibe screams raw power with fetishes like BDSM, feet play, domination, and interactive toys to keep her control buzzing through your skull and into your dick. She mixes toys, bondage, housewife filth, and alternative edge like it’s second nature. And because she’s that twisted multitasker, she even offers life coaching sessions—imagine that, she’ll shred your balls with some stainless steel sounding rod and then lecture you about improving your mindset. Savage and productive. She doesn’t need gold shows or gimmicks. You show up, she flips the switch in your brain, and suddenly you’re worshipping at the altar of MissFinley. This isn’t play. This isn’t fantasy. This is her fucking world, and you’re lucky if she lets you grovel in it. MissFinley doesn’t just dominate. She erases your ego down to rubble and replaces it with devotion. If you’re weak, horny, or dumb enough, she already owns your pathetic soul.
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