Miss Tiffany

I know the second you saw the pic of this loser on your screen with his credit card information written on his chest, your c*ck started to throb. You thought this was so hot. You want it to be you. It can be...

On your knees piggy, bow down to me because you are nothing but a st*pid l*ttle atm. I do so much for you, I let you jerkoff to my perfect body and you send so l*ttle. You think your tiny tributes mean something to me, but they don't. You're nothing but an ATM to me.

So today we're going to take things to the next level. We're going to get a bit more extreme. I want you to get a marker and take out your credit card and I want you to write the following on your chest: Your full name, your credit card number, the expiration date, the ccv number, your address and your phone number, just like the picture. I know you're so jealous of my sl*ve who's already done this for me. He's constantly hard knowing I have his credit card and can take from him whenever I want. And I do

And do you know why you're going to do this for me? Well first because just the thought has your c*ck throbbing, but mostly just because you're a f*cking idiot. You're only good for one thing and that's paying, piggy. I love knowing that everything you make belongs to me as well, and by doing this, you're going to ensure it, Now go look in the mirror at yourself, at how st*pid you look, and take a picture for me and email it to me. I want a picture of you dressed up as my credit card because that's exactly what you are. Can you imagine the rush you're going to feel when you h*t send? Knowing you're truly f*cked?

You are my f*cking credit card, for real, a real human atm. I think that's hot, don't you? I think it's so hot when you c*mpletely f*cking humiliate yourself for me. And now that you've sent it, well that is pretty much consent. I mean you're the f*cking dumbass who wrote it on himself and sent me the picture. Does it make you hard thinking about me using your credit card online whenever I want? Every time I want to go online shopping all I have to do is look at your picture and type in the information. That's right my l*ttle atm, whenever the f*ck I want to.

That means you won't know, they'll be no warning, whatever I spend will just show up on your credit card statement. And knowing what a findom fuckup you are, you'll probably j*rk off to my purchases on your credit card statement. Your credit card is now my credit card. I know your c*ck is throbbing to that idea. I want you to know that I c*mpletely own you financially. I know that makes you twitch, loser pig. You'll constantly be wondering if I've used it, if I'm draining you, and you'll pretty much be walking around with a constant hard on, lol. Because I know this turns you on.

You'll constantly be wondering if I made another purchase from you, my st*pid atm. And you'll find out, that I did. Because why wouldn't I? You're a st*pid pay pig and this is what you deserve. Look at me, me spending your money is a f*cking privilege. You're so lucky that I take the time to drain you because you're the biggest idiot of them all. You're my own l*ttle credit card. And once I max out this card, I'm going to want another card lol. Does that make your piggy c*ck twitch? Knowing that I c*mpletely own you. You're going to go so far in debt for me and you won't realize it until it's too late, lol.

I mean what else do you have to spend your money on? What else would give you such a rush? There is nothing as exciting as being my credit card, my literal human atm.

Become My Real Human Credit Card, Your C*ck Will Throb Endlessly