I know you can’t resist Me like this… stretched out in My bikini, every curve on display, every smile designed to make you melt. You love the way I tease you, guiding your strokes with My voice, letting you imagine what it would be like if you could ever actually touch Me. But you can’t. You’ll never get to. That’s why you pay.
Every inch of Me makes you weaker, and every command I whisper pulls you deeper under My control. The more you stroke, the more you crave, the more you need to prove your devotion. And the only way to prove it is to open your wallet for Me. That’s how you get closer—by giving, by serving, by spoiling your Princess while you’re aching and desperate.
It feels so good, doesn’t it? That perfect mix of pleasure and ache, arousal and humiliation. Stroke for Me, pay for Me, surrender everything to Me… because you know you’ll never want to stop.