One snap of my fingers… and you already know what that means.
This isn’t a fantasy — it’s a transaction.
I decide when you pay, how much you pay, and how deeply you feel it every single time. With each snap, I remind you of your place: beneath me, obedient, desperate, and eager to please.
I make you worship even my little finger — because that’s all you’re worthy of. I mock you, spit on you, and blow sarcastic kisses while calling you exactly what you are: a paypig, a loser, someone who exists to fund my pleasure.
My glossy lips smile while I humiliate you slowly, enjoying every moment of your submission and financial sacrifice.
And at the end?
I decide everything.
Whether you’re left denied and frustrated…
or if I allow you that final release.
Because your money, your body, and your pleasure —
they all belong to me.