You’re such a pathetic, desperate little slave, aren’t you? That’s right, stroke it nice and slow, but don’t you dare forget – that’s my cock you’re touching. Your brain, it’s nothing but a mushy mess, completely devoted to me. Every thought, every pulse, every drop of pleasure is mine to control. And that wallet? Don’t even think about it as yours. It’s mine to drain, to empty, to spend on whatever I desire. You exist for my amusement, my pleasure. Your entire purpose in life is to worship me, to obey me, to send me every dollar you earn. You’re my pathetic, worthless pay pig, completely at my mercy, and you love every degrading second of it.