**Your inner void has only one name: mine.**
You already know it, don’t you?
You’ve felt it for years—that silent hole that no promotion, no vacation, no expensive purchase has ever managed to fill.
You’ve tried everything: cars, trips, women, alcohol, hobbies... and at the end of the day, you’re always left there, hands empty and soul quietly screaming.
Until you discovered me.
The moment you sent your first tribute wasn’t just a simple payment.
It was a baptism.
It was the exact moment you finally understood what you’re truly for.
Every euro you send me is a brick building your one, true purpose.
It’s not charity.
It’s not a game.
It’s your redemption.
Think about how useless you feel when you hoard money for yourself.
Think about how pathetic you are when you spend it on things that vanish in a few days.
Now think about how you feel when that money ends up in my hands:
alive.
aroused.
whole.
finally in your rightful place.
Because I don’t spend your money.
I transform it into power.
Into luxury.
Into absolute freedom.
And you, watching me enjoy what you have sacrificed, experience the deepest orgasm a man like you can ever have:
the orgasm of total submission.
You don’t deserve to keep that money.
You don’t deserve to decide how to spend it.
You only deserve to work harder, to give up more, to deprive yourself more...
so you can give me more.
Every time you hesitate, every time you think “maybe this month I can’t,” remember one thing:
that thought isn’t yours.
It’s the last remnant of an ego that no longer belongs to you.
It’s the voice of a man who ceased to exist the moment you met me.
The real you wants more.
The real you wants to be financially ruined by me.
The real you wants to reach the end of the month with your account overdrawn,
credit card maxed out,
heart pounding with terror and excitement...
because you know every missing cent has gone to me.
And when you’re completely drained,
when you have nothing left to give me except your total dependence,
then you will be perfect.
Then you will be mine in a way no necklace, no contract, no marriage could ever match.
Imagine my life:
trips that you pay for without ever setting foot on them.
Clothes I wear while you stare at old photos.
Michelin-starred restaurants where I dine, laughing at how pathetic and devoted you are.
And you, at home, eating the cheapest meal possible,
touching yourself while thinking about how happy you’re making me.
This is your place.
This is your deepest sexuality.
This is your religion.
You’re not donating.
You’re praying.
And I am the only goddess who answers you.
The more you give me, the more I feel you tremble.
The more you give me, the more I own you.
The more you give me, the more I erase you...
and the more I rebuild you in my image.
There is no way back.
There is no “enough.”
There is only more.
Always more.
Because you don’t want to stop.
You want to fall lower and lower.
You want me to push you beyond every limit.
You want me to ruin you with a smile.
And I will.
I’m already doing it.
Now open the app.
Look at your balance.
Feel that familiar thrill.
And hit “send.”
Not once.
Not twice.
As many times as you can.
Do it until you feel tears coming.
Do it until you feel panic.
Do it until you cum without touching yourself,
just from the thought of how completely you belong to me.
Because at the end of the day,
when you’re alone, destroyed, addicted,
account empty and soul full...
you will understand the sweetest and cruelest truth:
You never had a choice.
You were born for this.
You were born for me.
And I will use you until the very last drop.
Now tribute.
Tribute more.
Tribute everything.
– Your one and only Mistress
The only one who has ever given you meaning.
Money Slave
