Hello my little wallet. Tribute after tribute, you can't help but send to me. Being my wallet is all you can think about, it's all you'll ever be to me. All for just a crumb of my attention. Not even validation, because I don't validate wallets. They merely pay me to exist. And that's all you'll ever be to me and you love that, being nothing more than my wallet. All you will ever be to be is a source of income and nothing more, while you become more isolated and broke. But you don't care because it's the only thing that gets you off. Paying me is all you can think about...
Miss Lucid!
Hello my little wallet. Tribute after tribute, you can't help but send to me. Being my wallet is all you can think about, it's all you'll ever be to me. All for just a crumb of my attention. Not even validation, because I don't validate wallets. They merely pay me to exist. And that's all you'll ever be to me and you love that, being nothing more than my wallet. All you will ever be to be is a source of income and nothing more, while you become more isolated and broke. But you don't care because it's the only thing that gets you off. Paying me is all you can think about, you can't escape what it does to you.
You obsess over me constantly. You work for me, wallet. You work to pay my perfection that you will never get to touch. You love paying brats that you only get to see on the internet. We're too hard for you and your wallet to resist. And that makes you so horny, doesn't it? It makes you so horny knowing you're nothing but a wallet to hot brats online. Stroke to that. Stroke to the fact that you'll never be more than a wallet. Stroke as you get more broke, more and more lonely, because it turns you the fuck on. Not only do you get nothing back for paying me, you get to be more lonely and more broke.
You're a loser and the only way for losers to get acknowledged is to pay. And the more you listen to me, the more mindfucked you get, the more you feel the urge to click and pay. Becoming more and more broke just makes your cashcock throb. You're an addict. You love stroking to my rich lifestyle that you'll never get to experience. Stroking to the denial gets you so hard. You need to pay, you know you're not worthy of having anything. You deserve to be fucked over and broke. You are just my little loser wallet. Your wallet is the only thing that gives you any value to me. If it wasn't for your wallet, you would be completely ignored. You'd be useless. And no one would acknowledge a useless freak like you.
Stroke to my hot young body, pig. Stroke and click, it's all you're good for. Just an obedient wallet, a paying drone. Your existence has no other meaning. You need to pay me, it gives you purpose. You are a wallet so act like one. Click and pay. That is your only function. You are a walking loser wallet. That's all you'll ever be. And you're getting so turned on watching this. Your cock is just throbbing. Stroke that pathetic cock. Each stroke makes you dumber and dumber and turns you into more of a wallet. Stroke to how lonely you are, how broke you. I want you to sexualize how pathetic your reality is. This is all you'll ever be.
Now be a good little wallet and give me all of my money that you work for. You're so fucked. I know you're a findom addict. I know that nothing else gets you off like this and I'm going to manipulate and your pathetic addiction. Jerk it, sexualize this pattern of paying me over and over again. Put yourself in a paying trance. Pay pigs like you aren't worthy of release. Denying yourself keeps you stupid and horny. Denying your orgasm will turn your brain to mush and make you an even bigger pay pig. And that's what you want, right? There's nothing better than gooning, paying and denial. No cumming for pathetic paytards.
