Wakey wakey, cash drones. Time for another work week of slaving away to earn me more money.
I'll be sitting on my throne, awaiting to be pampered and spoiled by all of my mindless puppets. Just keep dumping cash at my feet, and jerking off to your own self destruction.
You know only bad things can happen when you're scrolling this late. Tempting fate until your triggers kick in.
Let this be your breaking point. Cock out. Mouth agape. Mind off. Gooning away the last of your will, and crawling into my DMs. Make some regrets with your scam God.
Pump for me. Break for me.
Feel your will slip away through your fingers, out your goonstick. You're my mindless, cash dispensing slave. Existing only to spoil and pay tribute to your God.
Nothing is hotter to you than destroying your life for just one more hit of my poison.
Sound on.
Accept your true place in life. Your humanity ripped away by porn, scams, gooning, and addiction, leaving only a brainless ATM. A cash drone that exists to fuel your God's wealth. Sending is pleasure. Making me richer is your purpose.
Stare. Sink. Send. Obey, ATM.
The act of getting paid, having that paycheck hit your account, is just as big a trigger as fat scam ass.
You can't see your balance going up without your addiction kicking in, aching for it to drop back down.
You're just a wallet. An ATM.
You work to make me rich.
Fall in love with me. It will make you so much easier to manipulate. To brainwash and mold into anything I desire. Throw your future and life away to give me what I want. Anything for me.
Fall so helplessly in love with your scamming catfish God. No one else will ever compare.
Every send and every session only cements it more in your mind that you are addicted, that you love milking your cash away.
You can resist all you like, but my words and the temptation of relapse are so much stronger than you.
You may as well just give in, and enjoy the fall.
You're just a cog in my machine. An object that prints money for me. Obedient. Docile. Programmed.
Watch your future and life savings dwindle away, as you pamper and spoil me simply for existing.
Back to work, drone. My vacations aren't going to pay for themselves.
*snap*
You can't escape your addiction. The spiral of scam is too strong. Deep down, you ache to be a human wallet, used and abused for my personal gain.
Sneak away at work to scroll, stroke, and send, before getting back to earning more for me.
Good cash drone.
If you're a domme that gets so triggered and weak for my words, then don't worry;
You aren't the first.
Let those urges take over. See how good it feels to hand that sub drained cash away to its rightful owner.
Don't be scared. It'll be our little secret.
It doesn't matter who or what you are. Man or woman. Dominant or submissive. Retail worker or CEO.
If I want you under my control, you will fall. If I want your money, you will send. If I claim you as my pet, you will bark for me.
If I want you, you will be mine.