Get that tribute window open and lube up. You’re already staring at My perfect, mesmerising cleavage, drawn in by every slow, deliberate bounce – and it’s already too late. Your mind foggy, your wallet wide open, completely at My mercy. Every stroke is a little piece of your control slipping away. Every smirk, every taunt, every command pulls you deeper into My grasp. You thought I’d take it easy on you? You really thought a few $25 tributes when I **** My fingers would satisfy Me? No. Never. I expect thousands. I deserve thousands. Because you know deep down, draining your balls is only satisfying when it hurts – when you feel that sick, dizzy thrill of losing control completely. You’ll drain your balls like you drained your accounts – completely, ruthlessly, without a single drop left. This is your purpose – to give and give until you’re aching, empty, and desperate for My approval. Because there’s nothing like giving Me everything, surrendering every last bit of control and cash you clung to, and realising you never stood a chance.
