I always talk about purpose, don't I? There's a simple reason why, pet. Your genetics and odds in life have put you at a difficult position where there's not much to glean purpose from. Too inferior to have access to Women, too unfortunate to receive anything but judgmental laughs. Your wallet is all that's good for.

So you had to resign to the choice of paying Me for My attention. But then you realized how hard it made your cock. How you never dripped as much or throbbed as hard as stroking in time with your clicks did. Your brain began to warp and twist, until financial sacrifice...

I always talk about purpose, don't I? There's a simple reason why, pet. Your genetics and odds in life have put you at a difficult position where there's not much to glean purpose from. Too inferior to have access to Women, too unfortunate to receive anything but judgmental laughs. Your wallet is all that's good for.

So you had to resign to the choice of paying Me for My attention. But then you realized how hard it made your cock. How you never dripped as much or throbbed as hard as stroking in time with your clicks did. Your brain began to warp and twist, until financial sacrifice was necessary to get hard. To blow your loser load.

Given these circumstances, it's imperative that you stay useful to Me. If I were to toss you aside, to take it all away, it'd destroy your world. You'd be a lost cause, and useless otherwise. So each click, each tribute, should come with the utmost gratitude. Both of U/us benefit from your actions, you know, but your very being is enmeshed in them. This is all your sex life will ever be. This is the only way you can survive.

I can take money from any man I come across. But the thought of it not being you will drive you insane.