It feels so good to make Me happy, and it feels even better when you get to watch Me wear the things you bought. I’m dripping in that shiny bikini you paid for, showing off every inch while you choke on the rush of being nothing more than a little dollar sign to Me. You love seeing Me in your gifts, and I love the way it makes you scramble and ache.
I’ll tease you until you can’t stand it, keeping you on the edge with slow denial and bright, merciless flashes of skin. Keep watching, keep begging, and maybe I’ll let you worship the fantasy you bought, just long enough to make you pay again.