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The fit, the pit, your €ash$lit. The sole, the sock, My €A$H€o¢¢ The finger, the eyes, your imminent D£MI$£. On those knees, sure. Begging, saying "Please, Sir. 🥺" You'll drop lower, and the cash slides right out after I lube that brain up for a deep mindfuck. Don't count on resistance. That's a gamble you can't afford either.

Which one of you fæggots reimbursing my oil change, time to show what you're worth. #domination #Fag #fæggot #Reimbursements

Green like the cash that leaks from that gash. It's upon you, the imminent, and all encompassing desire for you to bow down and give yourself over to the infectious and inescapable draw of My demands. You won't get an option, this is not multiple choice, it's the path carved into your future, like the cracks in a sidewalk. Intentional, immovable, and unarguably permanent. So stay staring, and start $erving.

Another day of doing exactly what the fuck I want to. And you're lucky I let you come along for the ride. I drive the fkn vehicle, you're just the fuel. My posture correct, while you are bent at the knee and the goddamn waist - kissing at the ground beneath My feet. You'll stay there, and you'll continue to remain grateful for the honor, privilege, and opportunity to be of $ervice to such an impeccable God above you. __________________________________________

It doesn't matter if you served Me yesterday. It's a new day, and everyday is a new day to lay down to embody your position within the hierarchy. As this duty and burden to bear of yours is solely, indefinitely, and irreversibly has your name stitched permanently upon it. And to further sink into the comfortability of being uncomfortable, $acrificing for MY elevation and comfort is your endless PREROGATIVE. The fæggot. The resource. The funding. The raw material. You are exactly what you need to be in order to aid in My ascension in regards to what I am, and what you are is an object that makes My life better. Accomplished by your consistent suffering and compromises made in an effort to improve any and all aspects of My life. There is no greater purpose for you. There is no escape. There is only acceptance, and to embrace that locale of yours within the hierarchial totem. You will continue, when you see your Str8 Holy God above, to be a cashfæggot - that has no other option but to keep on the right track to becoming one of My many catalysts to further successes and abundance for ME. Because I deserve it, and you deserve to be taken from. But you already knew that, don't you, fæggot?... 🐷🫠😏😵‍💫

You're a fæggot, and I am your Superior. Your viewpoint from the bottom, is indicative of your place on this Earth as well as under ME. Your ego is left at the door, your status doesn't matter. You are made to understand these facts. And when you look up to see this, to see Me lording over you — It becomes unbelievably clear, you cannot escape this life that you have resigned to. You're a cashfæggot, and I am the CashMaster, made to take you, break you, and rebuild you into something useful; only to Me. There's no escaping this position in life that you have adopted. So stay down, fæggot cashcuck, for My inevitable Cashfuck.

Only thing to fear, is fear *OF* itself - and its inability to abstain from My allure and inevitable grip on what it once thought were 'its own' funds. No, fæggot. They were My funds, you just didn't know it yet. I was gone for 10 days, but - Daddy is back, WHO₹£$.

Read that again.

Everyday is a new opportunity to serve your Superior. Fægs mustn't forget — the purpose of FinDom is because your Superior is simply a better individual to possess your cash than YOU. There are no excuses, caveats, alternatives, or workarounds. This basic fact requires constant and consistent affirmative action to solidify and cement your place, role, title, and status as inferior fæggots. It is your sworn duty, and a real cashfæg - doesn't ask for customs, or content, there are no requests, they don't ask for specific reciprocation, just a chance to maybe talk and start a dynamic where the drain train can continue rolling down the tracks. The ability to even see and hear Us is enough, the fact that We exist is the reason you $end. And the fact that you know We are better, is why it feels so good to do so.

Just keep looking. Over and over. You know that you can't escape the draw, the allure, the absolute power, the raw authority in a simple looping, GIF - devoid of audio. Just silent, real presence that will drop you to your fæggot knees in an instant, your eyes widen while your mouth is agape. That's what being an APEX Male to you fægs is all about.

Yeah, they been on all day. Yes, they have been in shoes the entire time till now. Intoxicating to the weakest sock sniffing cunt, the fæggot can't resist the allure of the scent of God's holy socks. That's why I'm always looking down in My image, because you are at the bottom. ₱IGGI£$.

Thought you could use this. Because u$ing you is the only thing you are for within My line of work. You're an object; genetically predisposed to revere Me and all that I am. You will continue to embody and exemplify your worth through a monetary avenue. You're only good for My bottom line, fæggot.

I manage to stay clear, consistent, and I speak with conviction. When I say it, I mean it. So when I say your $$$ already has a ONE WAY ticket to Me - the signage backs Me up. There's no arguing when God gives you a sign. Here's yours, fæggot.

Your permanent view from below, this is the best it will ever be for you, €A$H¢lownz. 🤡 And you couldn't be more grateful for it anyway. It's an honor and of high privilege to have the ability to view such an immaculate specimen. The last thing you see before I crack your wallet open like a geode.

You. Yes, you, fæggot. I'm gonna make you understand your absolute value in this life, your only true quantifiable worth. Reduced to a numeric itemized object on My spreadsheet, and therein lies the true golden privilege you experience. Being on MY spreadsheet. Stay down, €a$h¢lown.

You. Yes, you, fæggot. I'm gonna make you understand your absolute value in this life, your only true quantifiable worth. Reduced to a numeric itemized object on My spreadsheet, and therein lies the true golden privilege you experience. Being on MY spreadsheet. Stay down, €a$h¢lown.

The facial expression is not a mistake, it's the look that the fæggot evokes. Indifference. I do not care about you, one way or the other, as you aren't worth the energy to muster any kind of feeling within Me. But I know the sight of your superior evokes something in you that will produce a useful resource, and subsequently - render it into My rightful possession.

If this was the last thing you see before lights out as I snuff out your pathetic excuse for what real Men call manhood, you could die a happy fæg. Only to have whatever is left of your bank account rummaged and robbed like you always deserved anyway. The drain train always got room for one more.

I know the infatuation is difficult to shake, and that's why I utilize it's advantageous quality. Fægs have a propensity to struggle to resist the inexplicably inescapable aura that exerts force unto the wallet within the fæggot. And My relentless U$E is what your life will revolve around once it has begun. Welcome to the answer to your depravity, and the end of autonomy.

You're here to $erve, as God & nature command it. A God, clad in all white. Come within, within the circles of depravity in your own fæggot mind and WO₹$HI₱. You are required to ₱A¥ ₱£NAN€£ for your sins as "sub"-human trash-fægs in My vicinity.

The last thing you see before I stamp down, covering that face, blinded by the majesty, and take everything in that purse of yours, fæg. But that's ok, you won't mind, because you'll have the only thing that the foot-freak of a fæggot needs - My sole upon your unworthy face.

Worth My weight in cocaine. And you'll prove Me right.

POV - You have just crawled up, presented My cash between your fæg-teeth, I relinquish it, I count, I stuff it in my pocket, and give you this hand gesture. Signaling that you are now to lick the white wraparounds. Not-a-1 scuff will be visible if you want to keep those aforementioned teeth you will be reluctant to retain if you fail this task.

https://youpay.me/MSTR_J_RAY Go watch that on repeat, and understand your place on this Earth. And under ME.

Kneel, FÆGGOT. Head down, wallet open, and mouth shut. You have 1 purpose: slave away, $acrifice your dignity, and remit your monetary value. And you do this to honor the Men that make your existence have meaning. Don't allow yourself to go thru life as a useless pig. Instead - a<<llow Me to harness your depravity in order to make you a useful fucking ₱IGL£T.

This hand grips the one thing you'll certainly never have the privilege to touch. Because it's not made for you. What *IS* made for you: $lavery, $ubmission, $ubserviency, and $ervitude. As a fæggot, those are your only choices of paths to take in this life. Get "U$ED" to it.