You are so utterly fucked for me. You're aching to worship this body. Desperate to please me. Desperate to put me first. I consume your mind. When you see me, your cock gets rock hard, and you have a one track mind to give me everything I deserve. As you stroke, your itching to send to me. To worship me the only way you know how: with your wallet. Giving up control makes you weak. You ache to be used, taken advantage of, for my benefit. You can't get enough, and you never will. Nothing feels better than stroking, and sending me money.