You boys all go through the same cycle, you jerk off to findom p*rn saying it’ll never be you, but it is, it’s your kink.
Sending makes you horny, their cash, your cash it doesn’t matter, eitherway it’s never yours when we’re finished.
Your brain has always been wired differently, and you fantasise about a sadistic man taking advantage of it.
The more you jerk to it the more you rely on it, the humiliation, that dopamine and adrenaline that mixes in your brain and confuses your little mind. “Huff deeper, pump longer, send harder” it’s your norm echoing in your brain.
A few weeks in and you’ll forget how you fucked your fist without it. A few months in and you’ll never look back.
The fear of self destruction and the dopamine of jerking it are your sex now, it’s the only way you can cum, excited by the idea of which will come first me zeroing out your bank and maxing your cards or you making a mess all over your chest.
So you can lie and say you can stop whenever you want, I’ll agree, but you should never lie about what you really are boi.
You’re a cashf*g and you should be proud of your freaky little kink, I’m certainly proud of my part in it 😈