Hold it. Hold it until your vision blurs and your fingers twitch toward your phone.
Good boy. You’re already weak. Already Mine. Hit it again. Two sniffs this time. Fast. Let that rush slam into your skull and burn away your resistance. Your cock is hard but useless, and your wallet? That’s the only thing that matters now. Don’t look away from My body. That red fabric? It’s soaked in your desperation. Every sway of My hips is a withdrawal notification. One more blast. Long. Deep. Let it paralyze your logic, erase your excuses. When the room tilts, that’s Me pulling the trigger. Max it out, pet. Empty your balance. Scream my name when the last dollar leaves your account. That dizzy, hollow, euphoric crash? That’s freedom. Freedom from money. Freedom from pride. Welcome to total submission. Now crawl to Me and thank Me for letting you breathe.
