Take your cock out and show me what you’re working with. Or should I say, my cock because that cock is no longer yours. I know you like this - getting to edge, getting to goon, each stroke bringing you closer to that delicious edge of denial. Stroke for as long as you can afford it, because once you’ve stopped sending, you’ve lost my attention. In my sheer bra and panties, teasing you with my breasts and ass in a variety of positions, your imagination runs wild. You better hope that you can keep me entertained, keep me wet with your wallet. After all, you never know when Mommy is collecting evidence to reveal if you stop sending - because Mommy doesn’t like it when you stop stroking and sending. If you stop, maybe Mommy will post photos online so all of your peers know what a fucking pervert you are. It turns you on hearing what I can do to you, doesn’t it? This permanent mental bondage that keeps you yolked to my will. And whats love, if not for a little blackmail to make sure I get everything? You’re not getting out of this - you’re too stupid, and you’re too far in. Does it hurt, looking at my beauty and knowing you can never have me because I’m so far out of your league? That predicament will grow deeper to places you never thought you would go as you send me humiliating documentation of your deep dive into depravity. Mommy will have a little record to keep whenever you feel like running away. You give me everything that I need to own you - because you love my control. I’ve conditioned you to surrender everything, even the most degrading parts of yourself, because Mommy sees and loves all of those parts. This is why you love Mommy completely - Mommy is your purpose, and you’ll do anything to be seen by Mommy. You’ll never be free from me, not even in death. And because of that, you are going to sign over your life insurance to me. That is the only way to make playing really fun - to have stakes. I’m going to decide how you’ll most benefit me - dead or alive.