I sit down and start to go through bank statements. I notice your credit card bill is thousands of dollars so I check it out. I find out you've been spending hundreds and even thousands of dollars on girls on different camsites and porn sites. I am appalled. I confront you about it, calling you a pervert and expressing my disappointment. You try to explain findom for me but I am so mad I don't want to hear it so I send you to your room. I google findom myself (this googling scene is about 5 seconds long) and learn you aren't a pervert, and you are in fact being respectful of these girls. I still worry though. I call you over and start to explain how what you are doing could freeze your accounts and lower your credit score. I ask if you can stop but you said you can't, so I propose an idea. You can work and give mommy money. Giving mommy all your money won't hurt your credit score or freeze your accounts because you can trust me. I go into detail about how you can earn more money and spend it all on me. First, you will march into the office of your current job and ask for overtime. Then, I already went ahead and set an account up for you on a job-search site. You are going to find something for nights AND find a weekend job. If you can't get overtime, I am going to make you find an evening job too. I want you working 100 hours a week to start. And, any time you aren't working, I am going to have you knocking on neighbours doors looking for seasonal work like lawn maintance or snow removal. You will spend every minute working. I should never see you home anymore. When will you rest? On your lunch breaks. I also want you to cut your meals down to save money. You will eat once a day and I introduce a dice-roll food plan where each number represents a cheap meal you can eat, rolling a 1 you don't eat that day. From here on out you work hard and long just to give mommy all your money. Any money you don't give me, you will be spending on me. Mommy deserves the best, right?