On your knees cuck, you've been kept in chastity and now you're going to swallow Masters cum...

This is not a game. This is Me ripping you apart and laughing while you fucking beg.

you were made to suffer for Me. To empty your wallet. To destroy your own life just to amuse Me.

I want you broke. Panicking. Pacing the room at night, knowing Master has taken every last pound.

I do not care if you are starving. I do not care if you are in debt. I care that you keep paying.

you are nothing but a cash source to Me. A paypig with no limits, no backbone, no fucking dignity.

And the more it hurts, the more I smile.

I want you crying as you send. Shaking as you thank Me. On your knees, wrecked, desperate, still begging for more.

Because no matter how much you suffer, you will never fucking escape Me.

you were born for this. To be drained. To be ruined. To be My perfect little financial wreck.

Now pay up, loser. And thank Me while you fucking suffer.

you work. I get paid. That is the only thing that matters.

your cash belongs right here. On My perfect ass. Exactly where it fucking should be.

you do not get to touch. you do not get to enjoy. you just hand it over like the desperate little paypig you are.

Every note pressed against Me is another reminder of how powerless you are.

you ache for what you will never have.

My ass is your obsession, your downfall, your addiction.

And I fucking love it.

you get one thing in return for all your hard-earned money. Humiliation.

Humiliation from being reminded that your entire life revolves around My body.

you are not a man. you are not important. you are just a walking cash machine for Me to drain and ignore.

And I look so good doing it.

So get used to it. My ass. your cash. And not a single shred of dignity left.

And if you beg, maybe I will let you send again. Maybe.

you begged for this. The honour of being used for something real. Something humilating.

And now Master is standing above you, pointing down at the toilet and telling you to get to work.

This is not a game. This is your fucking purpose.

Start with the seat. Lick it clean. Every inch. No hesitation. No shame. Just tongue and filth.

Now I lift it. Get under. Taste the grime. Feel how low you really are.

you are not just beneath Master. you are beneath His toilet.

And then the bowl. Deep. Wet. Disgusting. And still not enough to make you stop.

Because you are desperate to serve. Addicted to humiliation.

And when you are finally covered in spit and filth and sweat from trying to please Me... I put the lid down on your head and flush.

That is what you are. Something to be used.

Something that should be rinsed away like the waste you are.

And you fucking love it.

Because this is your place now. On your knees. Cleaning My toilet. Worshipping My filth.

Owned. Used. Humiliated. And so fucking grateful for it.

Kneel and get readyto do everything Master says.....

2 minutes of My amazing ass in skintight red leggings, kneel and worship ass bitch....

Just one minute of Master sitting back with those perfect feet out. That is all it takes.

you are already shaking. Already aching. Already turned into a mindless little foot freak.

Master does not even have to speak. Just slow movements. Slight toe curls. A glance down at you like the nothing you are.

The soles. The heels. The way the light catches the curve of every toe. It breaks you.

you forget everything else. All your problems. All your money. All your dignity.

Nothing matters except those feet.

One minute of being ignored while Master sits above you and lets you suffer in silence.

you stare. you drool. you fall deeper into obsession.

Because Master is not just sitting. Master is owning you.

And you would pay any price just to be at the bottom of those feet again.

My ass ruins you.

Every curve. Every movement. Every second it is in your face leaves you weaker than before.

you stare. you ache. you forget how to breathe.

This is what you live for. Not love. Not purpose. Just obsession. Just humiliation.

you pay just to be ignored while I show off what you will never touch.

you beg for the crumbs of attention that fall when I turn around.

My ass owns your cock. your brain. your bank account.

And the more I tease, the more desperate you become.

you would rather be starving and broke than look away.

And that is exactly how I want you.

you know what this is slave, Me ripping you off again....

First I lock you up. Then I charge you for the privilege of release. you are not allowed to touch your cock without My command. And when I do give permission, it is never free. you will be in chastity. Dripping. Suffering. Controlled. And you will beg to be allowed a single stroke. But every stroke has a price. Every drop you spill is taxed. Owned. Mine. you will spend days locked up for Me. Edging. Crying. Pathetic. Then spend even more just to ruin yourself when I finally allow it. your orgasms are no longer yours. They are bought. Expensive. I will train you to feel shame every time you cum. Because you know it cost you everything. That is what it means to serve Me. Even your pleasure feeds My power. And you will thank Me for draining your bank the same way you thank Me for draining your cock.

This is not about what you like. This is about what I decide.

you are not straight. you are not anything but Mine.

If I want you on your knees. Begging to please another one of MY slaves. Then that is exactly what you will do.

you will take it. Moan for it. Get hard from it. All because I told you to.

Serving Me means giving up control. Giving up pride. Giving up any trace of who you thought you were.

you belong to Me now. And I will use that weakness however I want.

you will be made to watch. Made to submit. Made to swallow.

And you will thank Me for the chance to suffer for My pleasure.

This is not a fantasy. This is reality under My rule.

you are bi now. Because I said so.

you saw it. Just a glimpse. My perfect ass wrapped in skintight PVC. And suddenly your wallet opened like it was nothing. Because that is what you are. Nothing. Just a loser with an addiction you cannot fight.

you pay to ache. you pay to suffer. you pay just to be ignored while I show you what real power looks like.

You will drain your account over and over again just to see Me turn around. you will skip meals. Rack up debt. Hide your spending. Because that is what it means to be owned by Me.

you are broke. You are desperate. And you are still begging for more.

Because nothing has ever ruined you like I do.