I woke up this morning to find that a new addicted financial slave had thrown himself at Me, wallet first, while I was sleeping. That is the way to do it. I can imagine how he felt as he helplessly dug deeper into his wallet, dropped deeper into slavery and helplessness.
Needless to say, the sight of My bank account this morning has put Me in quite the mood.
The mood to rape. The mood to pillage. The mood to take, because I can, and because you have no choice.
My words smother you. My demands make the air constrict in your body. How can you dig so deep, knowing it will hurt so much?
That is exactly the point. It hurts. I get off on the pain. Suffer for Me, and realize how much you need to suffer for Me.
I always, always get what I want.
And today I want to constrict your breathing. I want you to gasp – with arousal, with pain, with submission, as you get fucked by Me.
The correct way to contact Me today is on your knees, with your wallet between your teeth.
Do My words make you ache? Are you trying to resist?
Don’t bother. It will happen.
I always get what I want.
