I've financially fucked you, and you're telling yourself that this is really and truly the end; you can't keep doing this to yourself. You have to leave findom behind.

Unfortunately, you and I both know that, deep down, you're nothing but a weak, findom-addicted bitch. No matter how much you regret opening your slutty wallet for Me to take and take and take, soon enough...that desire will creep up once again, inevitably bubbling over into relapse.

Such an addictively dangerous cycle, isn't it, My good little wallet?

Gender neutral.