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In an ideal world, I'd reprogram men, so that every time you reached that brink of orgasm, it wasn't sticky, useless, disgusting cum which spurted out, but money instead. I mean, wouldn't that be fucking perfect? For me, of course. When you cum, you hand over a little bit of yourself to me. Power in my pocket. And what better symbol for power, than cold hard cash? So...you're going to deny yourself for me today. And every day thereafter that you can st...

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In an ideal world, I'd reprogram men, so that every time you reached that brink of orgasm, it wasn't sticky, useless, disgusting cum which spurted out, but money instead. I mean, wouldn't that be fucking perfect? For me, of course. When you cum, you hand over a little bit of yourself to me. Power in my pocket. And what better symbol for power, than cold hard cash? So...you're going to deny yourself for me today. And every day thereafter that you can stomach. Every time you want to cum from now on, you're going to pay me instead. You see, I don't need you to cum. I need you to stroke for me, sure, to get into this weak, mindless state you're already falling into. But orgasm? No...if anything that makes you harder to train, washing away the erotic bliss and allowing you to fill up again with shame, guilt, misery and regret. You don't like those feelings either, do you, pet? So train yourself to love the edge. Train yourself to accept denial. Train yourself to spurt out $$$, even when your dick remains dry.