Findom doesn't stop just because you're on the clock.

I know work is boring, but come on, you can't blame Me for your own choices.

I'm not *making* you scroll mindlessly through My page. I didn't tell you to sit at your desk, or in the bathroom, rock solid and tapping 'send'. You blow away a day's worth of work in an hour, just to feel something.

It's embarrassing really, but I guess that's the thrill of it for you. Getting caught by your colleagues or your boss is just the tip of the iceberg of your weird fetishes. You don't want anyone to know you're a pathetic simp who goons to whatever I want. You'd fuck the folds of your wallet if I told you to. Something about being caught makes a wet spot in your work pants.

It feels so good- earning money just to blow it all away in the same second. You're destined to live paycheck to paycheck, all for Daddy.

You don't deserve a lavish life.

I'll live that for the both of us.