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Hey loser. You can't deny it, you're addicted to findom. You're addicted to paying hot, y*ung bratty girls. And you're not just addicted to it, you f*cking love it. You love the thrill of bl*wing your cash while you helplessly j*rk your horny cash c*ck. How did you get so f*cked up? How did financial domination become your fetish? It's such a dangerous one to get addicted to out of all the fetishes out there. But the truth is, I don't really give a f*ck, all I care about is that it makes your c*ck twitch and turns you into a horny paying idiot, c*mpletely controlled by his c*ck. Your c*ck starts to twitch and you can't help but click, can you?

You're such an idiot that the idea of paying a girl who would never talk to you, turns you on. That's so st*pid, you know that right? You know that you're being used and drained, you know you're being manipulated, and you still can't stop yourself. In fact, that's what turns you on most about it. You f*cking idiot! I'm going to take it all from you as I f*ck with your st*pid piggy brain. I know that nothing else makes you c*m as hard as paying does, and I know that the more you pay, the harder you c*m. And I also know that you know this too lol. That's why you're here, that's why you come back for more. You were f*cked from your very first findom *rgasm, weren't you?

Findom has a grip on you, it has a grip on your soul. It not only drains your bank account but it drains your brain. You turn into such a st*pid pay puppet. And you know that I don't care about you. I don't care if you go broke. I don't care if you go into debt. Because I know that just hearing me tell you these things turns you on. I know how to f*ck with you. This is a mind game and I know how to play with your piggy brain. You need this. You want me to f*ck you over because it feels so f*cking good. You want me to constantly remind you how st*pid, pathetic and worthless you are.

And you're in so deep that you don't even get regret the way most do when they see their credit card statement. No, not you, you j*rk off to your credit card statement the next day so you can get another *rgasm from your last draining. That is so f*cked up. There is no end to this. There is no coming back from this. And you no longer want to. You don't even think about quitting, you just think about how much further you can push yourself to achieve an even bigger *rgasm, no matter how much it hurts you financially. Even if you did quit you know that relåpse is inevitable because sending your cash to hot bratty girls is your s*x life. Stroking your c*ck behind your computer screen while you get cash råped is the only way you can get off.

You're a nameless, facelss pay pig. Did that make you hard? Of course it did. I'm a cash princess, I know just what to say to trigger you. My words enter your brain and you j*rk faster, and then you reach for that mouse and click and your cash c*ck twitches uncontrollably. And then I have you in the palm of my hand. You become a twitchy cash machine for me. This is your place, pig. You are a human atm. I press your buttons and you dispense cash. And you know how lucky you are that I even take the time to do this to you. You know I'd never speak to you otherwise. And even hearing me say that made you even harder. You really are an idiot, you know that?

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