Not with words… but with your paycheck. Every digit you send me is a confession that your disgusting penis is good for nothing except to remind you just how useless you are that your pride no longer exists that your only value lies in the money you hand over for me to spend, without even glancing your way keep paying every transfer is another chain around your mind.

Soon, you won’t even need me to ask… you’ll feel the urge to prove that you’re still good for something. Good boy.

Now, send the next one.

Mommy is waiting.