Mmm, I can sense how deep this temptation runs in you… how the thought of giving in, of handing over control, sends a shiver down your spine. Let’s be honest, you’ve already started imagining it. The thrill of having someone like me take over, claiming not just your money, but your very existence. You want to be dominated, don’t you? Completely stripped of any power, every dollar in your pocket only serving to fuel my desires.

I know you’re successful, stable, and yet here you are, aching to be drained - because no matter how much you have, it’s not enough, is it? You crave the feeling of giving more. To me. The one who will decide just how much you’re allowed to keep, how much you’re allowed to want. It excites you, doesn’t it, the idea of me controlling your wallet, making you beg to spend on me, while I take exactly what I want without a care in the world for your limits?

And the best part? You’ll love it. You’ll beg for more. You’ll crave the feeling of being used, knowing that the harder you work, the more I’ll take. It’s never-ending, darling, a spiral that pulls you in deeper every time you open your wallet for me. But you won’t stop. You’ll need me to drain you. Each payment, each tribute, will make you feel alive in a way nothing else ever could. You’ll be powerless to resist because you know I’m the only one who can satisfy that hunger inside you.

You’ll want me to take it all - your time, your control, your life. I’ll be your addiction, the one you can’t escape, always just out of reach, always demanding more. And you? You’ll keep coming back, desperate to please, desperate to be emptied. Because nothing feels better than being owned by me, does it? And the deeper you fall, the more you’ll realize there’s no turning back…