Are you really whining about going broke for me? I'm not the one with the findom fetish, you are. You're the one with the luxury problem. Just because you can't control that you're addicted to this doesn't give you the right to complain. So for every time you whine or make up an excuse, you owe a $100 crybaby tax.

I know that the guilt, remorse and debt makes you rock hard so don't even try to get me to cut you slack. Your debt contract is valid. Your wallet is still mine. And now you have to pay more for complaining. Do you know what paypig tears are called? Hogwash! And they...

Are you really whining about going broke for me? I'm not the one with the findom fetish, you are. You're the one with the luxury problem. Just because you can't control that you're addicted to this doesn't give you the right to complain. So for every time you whine or make up an excuse, you owe a $100 crybaby tax.

I know that the guilt, remorse and debt makes you rock hard so don't even try to get me to cut you slack. Your debt contract is valid. Your wallet is still mine. And now you have to pay more for complaining. Do you know what paypig tears are called? Hogwash! And they'll be none of that as long as I'm in charge. Pay up, bitch!