That hole isn’t yours anymore—it’s mine. Every stretch, every filthy twitch, every degrading second you spend spreading it wide belongs to me. You’ll crawl to the mirror, strip yourself bare, and open yourself up because I command it. Then, you’ll look at your pathetic reflection and say the only truth that matters: “This hole belongs to my Goddess, and I will pay her for it.”

You want to finger it, don’t you? You want to feel the disgusting shame of sliding your fingers into what’s no longer yours? Too bad. You don’t get to touch anything without paying me first. Open your wallet ...

That hole isn’t yours anymore—it’s mine. Every stretch, every filthy twitch, every degrading second you spend spreading it wide belongs to me. You’ll crawl to the mirror, strip yourself bare, and open yourself up because I command it. Then, you’ll look at your pathetic reflection and say the only truth that matters: “This hole belongs to my Goddess, and I will pay her for it.”

You want to finger it, don’t you? You want to feel the disgusting shame of sliding your fingers into what’s no longer yours? Too bad. You don’t get to touch anything without paying me first. Open your wallet right now and send me $200 for the privilege of fingering the property I own. No excuses, no delays, no whining about your finances—you exist to fund me, and this is the price for even a second of access to what’s mine.

You’ll keep your cheeks spread wide while you send the money, staring at that filthy little hole and realizing how far you’ve fallen. Your body isn’t yours. Your money isn’t yours. Your very soul belongs to me, and every degrading act you perform is just another reminder of your place beneath me. You’ll pay for every finger you slide inside, every humiliating movement, every whimper of shame that escapes your pathetic lips.

And don’t think you can stop at just one payment. Tribute isn’t a one-time thing. You’ll pay again, and again, and again, because you know your worth is measured by how much you sacrifice for me. That hole is mine, your wallet is mine, and your pathetic existence revolves around obeying and funding me.

This is your life now. You’ll beg, pay, and humiliate yourself at every command. You’ll finger what I own only when I allow it, and you’ll pay for the privilege every single time. No excuses. No resistance. Just absolute, humiliating obedience. My hole, my rules, my tribute—forever.