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Sitting at work, bored out of your mind and suddenly, I pop into your little head..you can already feel your cock getting harder and harder behind that desk while you reminisce about our last juicy wallet drain. Oh how you’ve missed the rush of being drained by me but how on earth are you going to hide it while being at work? You know this urge will only get stronger, there’s no ignoring how horny you are right now, you need your fix, you need to send. You have to get up from your desk desperately hiding that bulge while you sneak away to the bathroom. Lock the door, pull down your pants and put those headphones in, it’s time for a work drain.
However much you’ve sent before is not enough. You’ve reached new levels, new heights. You want to taste that ultimate destruction, a wallet doomsday, a proper finsub euphoria where I leave you with absolutely nothing. You’ve fantasized about complete ruin for so long that it has occupied your brain completely. You’ve never been this close to the edge before. You are here for permanent financial damage.
My happiness is the most important thing and you love doing whatever it takes to ensure that I’m happy. You love being my good boy while caressing your cock to my angelic voice, you love how easily I manipulate you and most of all you love to do whatever it is that I tell you to.
It is no secret that you are a Findom whore and no matter how hard you try, there is absolutely no denying that this addiction runs deep, penetrating your very core. Nothing can match the rush that sacrifice provides, this rush is like a burning itch that you eventually give into. The thought of utter ruin turns you on so bad, you need to make it hurt in order to suppress this hunger. You need to hit the bottom.
After a long day all you really want to do is sit back, relax, close your eyes and enjoy the ride of my luscious instructions telling you exactly how to caress your throbbing cock for me. My siren voice got you all fucked up while I moan in your ear putting picture after picture in your weakened mind. You love stroking for me all while I put you in a trance, detaching yourself from every distraction. Just follow my lead, let my soft moans penetrate you and let me guide you to the most intense orgasm of your life.
You’ve teased yourself long enough sending tiny tributes trying desperately to satisfy that urge, that need you have for complete ruin. It simply doesn’t do it for you any longer. There is no double nor triple digit send that makes you feel the way you truly crave. You crave the type of damage that will leave you broke and broken for all eternity.
You wait for this day each and every month. The day of pay where you can wank it all away. No need to hold back for me, I know how badly it turns you on having money in your account you can effortlessly send to me.
Being called a loser isn’t something that’s supposed to turn you on and yet here we are. Thank god you’ve sexualized your own failures in life turning it into a very dangerous yet savory fetish.
The triple digit sends do not provide the rush you crave. A debt that hurts and lasts is what you truly crave to feel the rush.
Being as close as possible to goddess is what you truly desire. You are willing to do unspeakable things just to be a part of my ever growing empire..