Let me help you wrap your brain around something: with every dollar you spend, every pump of your hand, you give more of yourself to me. I own you. ALL of you. Mind, wallet, cock. I am going to push you to spend more just because I want you to. Face it: you have no self control. You crave me like a junkie. You’re suggestible. You NEED that next high.
You’re going to spend more. I want more of your money, and you need your fix. I’m going to train you like a dog, and you’re going to love every second. Come on, bitch boy. Stroke for me