You're suffering from what I believe are truly delusions of grandeur, because it's the only explanation as to why you think you matter to me! I truly don't care about anything you say to me. Your life. Not even your kinks and fetishes. Everything I say, everything I do, is all meticulously crafted to manipulate you into giving me as much cash as I can get out of you. The second you stop second is the second I forget about you. And yet, you still vie for my attention. You so desperately want to hear me call you a good boy. Tell you I like what you're doing. But you won't get that. You're sen...

You're suffering from what I believe are truly delusions of grandeur, because it's the only explanation as to why you think you matter to me! I truly don't care about anything you say to me. Your life. Not even your kinks and fetishes. Everything I say, everything I do, is all meticulously crafted to manipulate you into giving me as much cash as I can get out of you. The second you stop second is the second I forget about you. And yet, you still vie for my attention. You so desperately want to hear me call you a good boy. Tell you I like what you're doing. But you won't get that. You're sending your hard earned cash to a brat who doesn't even fucking care. No thank you. No appreciation. Just a demand for more. So do yourself a favor, stop pretending you're important, and obey my commands to send. It's easier if you stop thinking you're worth anything!