You’re going to send until the word “broke” feels like foreplay.
Until checking your balance makes you hard.
Until you thank me for every zero.
We’re not there yet.
I hold the leash. You obey the rules. Your addiction to Me isn't accidental - it's inevitable. You exist to serve, and I exist to take. There's no escape, only endless submission. Keep sending, keep pleasing, and maybe I'll allow you to stay in My orbit.
