You love to please Me. You’d do anything- buy anything- just because I said I wanted it. Your bread and butter this time around is sex toys. You love the feeling of bliss giving in to My simple command of “Pay for it.” You’re such a simple, easygoing plaything, aren’t you?
You’ve never seen Me use a single sex toy you funded. You’ve never even seen Me open a box. Now, I could be using every single one. I could be donating them to others. I could be buying enough to make a wall of them just because I know you’ll continue to spend and jerk to the thought of what I could be doing. I could even be spending the money you sent for each toy on literally anything else. I could simply not be spending the money at all, watching it accumulate in My account as yours dwindles ever so sweetly.
The fun part in you not knowing, and this is my favorite part, is the fact that even if you knew it would not matter because at the end of the day you’re a simple wallet- a quick pass ATM, if you will – for Me. You’ll never be anything more. You’ll forever be jerking to the thought of what I may or may not be doing. Constantly stroking thinking of how you worked so hard at your backbreaking job just to instantly send every penny to Me…
Just to binge every clip in My store again and again. Just to order a rip off custom with My middle finger in it. Just to know the color choices of a toy (assuming I ever let you see). Just to see Me run My fingers along a toy so you can imagine you’re allowed to touch yourself for once.
Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you play with yourself, right? Maybe if you’re extra obedient I’ll even let you cum. Maybe if you beg well enough and fuck off until I tell you I have a use for you… maybe then you’ll get to enjoy the pleasures of your orgasmic fantasies.
Maybe you’ll be so good and still get nothing. Maybe you’ll be so good and still be locked in chastity, whimpering away as your libido makes the lock tighter as the day goes by. Maybe I’ll tease you until you drip through your pants at work, leaving you embarrassed in the bathroom while you clean up. Maybe I’ll be generous and let you cum into a dirty sock. Maybe I’ll make you use the now cum-filled sock as a sockpuppet just because I want to see you squirm.
You’d really do anything for the chance to be acknowledged by Me, huh? You yearn for a present from Me. You want to be My good bitch so badly… You’re a horny slut that wishes for praise.
But… Do you really deserve a prize? Do you deserve to see Me even hold a toy? Do you deserve anything at all? Do you really, absolutely, wholeheartedly believe that? What exactly would I get out of rewarding you that I can’t get in the entertainment of withholding your ability to cum?
Think about it for a moment. Take a deep breath, close your eyes and let the thought linger before you answer.
Consider this: Are you really being good if you’re only doing it with the chance… the hope… the dream of receiving a reward.
You truly, and I do mean truly, are pathetic. It’s almost as adorable as it is sad.
Fin.
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