Every time you try to resist, your system crashes. My attention hits you, your brain lags, and suddenly you’re right back where you belong—emptying yourself for a brat who knows exactly how to use you.
You’re not a person to me… you’re a payment error that keeps working in my favor. A weak little ATM glitch that sees my perfection and immediately malfunctions, dispensing everything you were stupid enough to think belonged to you.
The heels, the attitude, the way I sit like I already know exactly how weak you are for me… it’s honestly embarrassing how quickly a pretty brat can get inside your head and make your wallet feel useless anywhere else
A little teasing, a little praise, a little pressure… and suddenly you’re right back where you belong: weak, obedient, and craving the rush of pleasing me
You were meant to obsess over pretty girls who know exactly how to get inside your head, tease your self-control, and leave you addicted to the feeling of giving in
You try to act disciplined and responsible… then I show up and all you can think about is pleasing me, spoiling me, and feeling that rush when you finally give in
A little attention, a little teasing, and suddenly you’re sitting there thinking about sending again likeweak little wallet addicted to pleasing someone out of your league
You need the feeling of being denied, ignored, and still desperately wanting to please me anyway. That’s why you keep coming back to spoil a brat who’ll always stay out of your reach
The way your thoughts get softer, your resistance gets weaker, and suddenly all you want is to please me, obey me, and give me exactly what I want. By the time you realize how deep you are, you’re already too attached to stop
You’re just becoming what you’ve always been deep down: a weak little wallet addicted to funding perfection while your own needs slowly disappear into the background
The more you look at me, the weaker your self-control gets. Your brain goes soft, your wallet opens, and suddenly sending feels better than resisting ever could.
A weak little wallet addicted to sending, serving, and emptying yourself for perfection you’ll never truly have. The second I appear, your brain shuts off and your only purpose is making my lifestyle better.