Weak minds have simple, predictable triggers. And for you? You can't resist the smooth, squeaky sheen of latex, or the click-clack of shiny thigh-high boots. And once your mind is melted, you become inescapably moldable, ripe for manipulation...ready to be the perfect little human wallet.

Succumb to My latex-clad curves. Lose yourself in My voice, the sounds, the click-clack, in My incredible power and let your worship and weakness spill out the only way you know how: in cash.

Gender neutral.