Don't write to me to tell me I'm beautiful, I already know that. Write to me to tell me how much you've transferred. I want to feel your financial despair as you empty your account to satisfy my darkest whims.
Nothing feels as euphoric as emptying your wallet for Daddy does; you crave giving up that control to your master and we both know it - give in for me, beta
Imagine working hard all week just to send that entire paycheck send by send to the view of my ass. Pathetic.. but exactly what you’re meant to be doing..
