Come on over, little piggy. Crawl over. I know you’re desperate to, I know you’ve been thinking about it. Sure, you’ve been trying to refrain, but you’re only delaying the inevitable. Nothing else makes you as hard, nothing makes your orgasms feel as good, nothing feels as satisfying as findom. Weak and desperate, gagging to pay me again. A mere wallet, begging to be taken advantage of. Down on your knees, a quivering mess, awaiting the mere snap of my fingers and just like that, you’re back to paying me once again. You’ll never be able to give this up, paying me is part of your life. Whatever strength you may be able to muster up, I will always be stronger. Findom lives inside of you, this has always been your destiny, you can’t deny the paypig within…