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I love it when pay pigs whine and complain about being taken advantage of by a findom. Like, what the fuck did you expect? You came to me, willingly handed over your financial control, and now you're shocked that I actually took everything? That's not just the point, that's the entire fucking point. Of course I took all your money. Every cent of your paycheck transferred directly to my account while you watched helplessly. The frantic texts about how you can't afford groceries this week? Yeah, I don't care. You signed up for this when you approached me. Did you think we'd have some gentle arrangement where you occasionally sent tribute when it was convenient? No, sweetheart, this is domination. Your desperation fuels me. Watching you struggle because of choices I made with your money is genuinely arousing. The best part is listening to you try to explain how "unfair" this is. As if fairness ever entered the equation. You wanted a goddess to worship, and worship requires sacrifice. Your empty refrigerator and mounting debt are simply evidence of your devotion Complain all you want, it just confirms I'm doing my job perfectly. Your financial distress is proof of my power over you. Can't pay rent? Should have thought about that before surrendering control to someone who genuinely doesn't care about your comfort or survival. This isn't a partnership, it's ownership. And right now, watching you drown in consequences I created is giving me exactly what I wanted from this dynamic. So keep sending those pathetic messages about how hard your life has become since meeting me. Each one just makes me wetter.