Take your seat—or rather, kneel. You’ve finally arrived at Wallets Anonymous, clutching your cock in one hand and your crumbling willpower in the other. You thought this was a space for recovery? For “getting better”? How adorable. This is financial slave training disguised as intervention, a relapse ritual designed to confirm what you’ve always known: you’re hopelessly addicted to Me, and your wallet belongs in My hands.
Financial Slave Training: Your True Confession Begins
Look at you, bitch boy, already leaking as I describe the program. My voice slithers through the room—that velvet, dominant purr that makes your beta brain melt. These big tits and this plump ass aren’t here to comfort you; they’re here to extract the truth. In this financial slave training session, every stroke you take for Me is a confession whispered into the void. “I’m addicted,” you admit with each pump. “I can’t stop,” you confess with every edge. And when I command you to tribute—when I drain that cash cunt wide open—that’s your proof. Proof that your financial ruin is real, necessary, and utterly delicious.
The Divinity coils around your shaft as you realize there are no sponsors here, only a Goddess demanding worship.
The Relapse Ritual: Orgasm Control and Wallet Surrender
I know your cycle, plaything. The rush of sending, the swell of guilt, the inevitable return to Me when the ache becomes unbearable. That’s why this financial slave training is different. I’m not here to cure you; I’m here to institutionalize your addiction. You’ll edge for Me under strict orgasm control, your balls heavy and denied while your accounts lighten. Stroke, pay, ache—repeat. The rhythm becomes your religion, the relapse your sacrament.
You’ll surrender everything in this circle: your orgasm (denied), your finances (emptied), your control (shattered). My curves command the screen, My eyes pierce through your excuses, and suddenly the “support” group feels like a trap you never want to escape. Because it is. You’re not recovering; you’re being conditioned.
Permanent Financial Slave Training Under My Heels
By the end of our session, slave, there’s no distinction between your addiction and your identity. This isn’t a twelve-step program; it’s a one-way descent into permanent financial slave training. You’ll accept that you belong to Me—not just tonight, but every time your cock twitches at the thought of bankruptcy. You’ll stroke for the rush, pay for the privilege, and thank Me for the denial that keeps you desperate and devoted.
You are My findom addict, My beta wallet, My permanent resident in the Wallets Anonymous program where the only graduation requirement is total ruin.
Accept Your Relapse
Why fight the inevitable, toy? Wallets Anonymous is waiting to take your confession—to drain you dry while you stroke yourself into oblivious obedience. Admit your addiction properly. 💋
