I have a bit of a challenge for you today. It's more of a dare... I dare you NOT to send Me a tribute. I know how weak and stupid you are that even when I don't try... you are addicted. You cannot help yourself. And the more that I humiliate you. The more that I make you feel weak and pathetic.. the more you can't help yourself to send me a tribute.

So that's my challenge for you today... I dare you NOT to send to Me.

Resist Me. Try and hold back from sending me anything. Because weak, pathetic losers can't help themselves. And you are the weakest and most pathetic of them...

I have a bit of a challenge for you today. It's more of a dare... I dare you NOT to send Me a tribute. I know how weak and stupid you are that even when I don't try... you are addicted. You cannot help yourself. And the more that I humiliate you. The more that I make you feel weak and pathetic.. the more you can't help yourself to send me a tribute.

So that's my challenge for you today... I dare you NOT to send to Me.

Resist Me. Try and hold back from sending me anything. Because weak, pathetic losers can't help themselves. And you are the weakest and most pathetic of them all. All it takes is me mentioning something.. or you seeing something... and you will be set off and won't be able to stop yourself from sending. It could be as simple as my tits, my glasses, my ass, mentioning heels or boots or pantyhose... anything at all. Or even the fact that I can tell you that you are a weak pathetic paypig loser that won't amount to anything more than paying women like the SIMP you are. So many choices I have to make men eat out of the palm of my hand... even when I tell them NOT to. Trying to make you not send... will have the opposite impact, won't it? Do you wanna prove me wrong? Or right?