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But I tell you the truth you hate hearing. You always come crawling back. You always break. Serving me is the only thing that gives you any purpose, and you know it. You were made to hand over your money. You were made to feel that rush when you give it to me. Your only real value is the tribute you send and the way you fall apart without me.

I remind you that this cycle will never end for you. You will send. You will delete. You will crawl back. And no matter how many times you repeat it, you will always return to the same place. On your knees in the exact role you pretend to escape from.

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I speak to you like I am right in front of you, as if I can feel your little pulse quicken the moment I mention money. I tell you exactly what you are. My financial submissive who keeps pretending he is capable of resisting me. I mock the way you try to resist it, even though we both know you’ll never win. The cycle always drags you right back where you belong. First the urge to send, then the need to send, that pathetic little desperation that only I can trigger, and you give in every single time.

I humiliate you for thinking you ever had control. You keep sending until you finally realize you pushed yourself too far. That’s when you panic. You delete your accounts, disappear, convince yourself that you are done with me, done with findom. You pretend that you can walk away from the Goddess who owns your wallet and your mind.

I remind you that this cycle will never end for you. You will send. You will delete. You will crawl back. And no matter how many times you repeat it, you will always

“Send Delete Repeat” [FINDOM + FEMDOM]