Princess Miki

You’re so st*pid. You pay me just to pay attention to you and I barely do that. You send me money just because it makes your st*pid l*ttle piggy d*ck hard. You pay me hoping I might notice you. It’s how you worship me. It’s the only way you can please me. And every time you h*t send and send your hard earned cash right into my bank account it gives you such a rush. And even though you know you get nothing in return you still can’t help yourself. You’re a pathetic l*ttle pay pig.

Paying turns you on, it makes you feel good, it makes your c*ck twitch. You love knowing that for a second I’ll notice you. But I only see the money. I don’t even know or care who you are. I don’t even thank you. To you I’m this gorgeous Princess that you worship and to me you’re just a dollar amount.

Do you know how many of you there are? How many l*ttle losers like you click and send their money straight into my account? You’re just a number and most of the time your money just gets lost in all the other tributes I receive. You’re not special, your money isn’t special to me, I don’t even care about it. It’s rarely enough that I even notice it and there are so many of you out there that I can’t keep track of you.

You’re disposable. Even if you stopped sending it to me, I wouldn’t notice. There are so many others who will take your place. You w*ste your money on me and I just use you up, ignore you, and then toss you aside. You mean nothing to me. Yet you love knowing that you make my live easy. It turns you on to spoil a hot brat like me.

You pay me because you have to in order to get off. You love being treated like a nothing. You love hearing me tell you how l*ttle you mean to me. I don’t even notice you. Even if you stopped existing tomorrow I wouldn’t notice. I don’t care about you at all. I don’t even thank you for what you give me, but I think you like that. It makes you feel even dumber and that makes your c*ck throb. You’re a f*cked up financial domination addict.

You pay me just to ignore you, this is as much attention as you’re going to get from me ever. And the only attention you get is me telling you how st*pid you are for doing this. You need this though because this is the only attention you get from a girl, the only attention you’ll ever get from me. But you do make my life easier, you and all the others, I don’t even know who you are. But you don’t care. You’re just another nothing to me. You’re not capable of giving me enough to make me notice you. You’re worthless, c*mpletely disposable. If only you knew how many of you there are out there. Only an idiot like you would get off to this. I don’t even acknowledge you when you do send money. You’re just a number. Replaceable. But keep paying me while I sit here and laugh at you, and not just you but all of you who w*ste their lives on a girl who doesn’t care about you.

If You Only Knew How Many Of You There Are, You Mean Nothing