The Womb of Worship: Where Life Is Luxury

I carry divinity.

I carry power.

And you—you carry the burden of funding my perfection.

This is not just pregnancy. This is ascension.

My body swells with life, and so does my entitlement.

Every curve, every craving, every contraction is a command you obey.

You don’t just kneel—you provide. Because the future I nurture is priceless, and your role is to finance every inch of my divine transformation.

This is the highest form of devotion.

You’re not worshiping a woman.

You’re worshiping a Goddess in creation.

Only the most loyal, the most desperate, the most financially broken are permitted to serve me here.

Welcome to The Pregnant Domme Era—where submission becomes sacred, and your wallet is my womb’s offering plate.