Your money is meaningless unless it's in my pretty hands, satisfying my every whim. I can see the burning need to be controlled, to be drained of every last dollar. Knowing and watching your hard-earned cash flow into my bank account and become my plaything turns you on helplessly. You've dug yourself quite a hole, huh? You're never going to be able to quit findom. But it's ok. You need this. Each coin represents your need to serve and please me. And believe me, I take great pleasure in watching you beg for the privilege of being financially ruined by me. So, live pathetically for me, stroke and send while I talk to you arrogantly. You'll thank me for it