Throbbing. Twitching. Aching. Kneeling. Desperate to stroke...
Added 2023-09-04 22:45:12 +0000 UTCThrobbing. Twitching. Aching. Kneeling. Desperate to stroke. Desperate for a drain. Desperate to worship every inch of my form, and succumb to the power of my speech. The intoxication has already started seeping into your fragile little mind. You're but just one trigger word away from complete and utter findom ecstasy.
You can feel your very being morphing into its paypig form. Any inner conflict that once plagued your conscience has now subsided. None of reasons that typically seemed worthy of resistance suddenly stand up against the desire to submit.
Before you've even had the chance to register, you've sent your first tribute. Before you've even had a chance to second guess your actions, you're hundreds deep into being drained. All you can do at this point is give in and enjoy the slippery slope which is that findomme spiral.
Feels so f*cking good... doesn't it my little wallet?
