You work. I spend. That's the arrangement. You don't need luxuries — I do. Every dollar you earn feeds my lifestyle while you go without, and you'll love every second of it. I'm not a gentle findom — I'm a demanding one. I'll drain you, mock you for being weak, and make you grateful I even noticed your pathetic tribute. Pay pigs, human ATMs, financial slaves — if your cock twitches when you send, you're already mine. Open that wallet, prove your devotion, and maybe I'll let you exist in my orbit. Call or chat, but come with your payment ready.