Hold on, you pathetic foot freak! You wouldn't dare scrolling past the feet of your goddess without expressing your gratitude for the time she spent uploading this image and writing these sentences now, would you? ... Of course you wouldn't - show me that you're gratefully enjoying the privilege of seeing my dirty stink feet like the total f*cking loser that you are and send $5 via Paypal !
“Sent Goddess,” was the first message I received, laying in my bed scrolling through post after post, bored out of my mind. I open your message, finding your praise and worship of me and a screenshot of your tribute, proof of your devotion. I decided to simply like the message and send you a request to double it. You do and I send another request and another.
You are patiently waiting with your phone in your hands, vision going blurry and your collar feeling a little tight as you wait for the next request. Every small request sends you deeper into a spiral you fear you won’t return from, this silent drain making your balls tight and your dick hard. You look up, across from you, and your wife is scrolling through her phone as well, a movie playing in the background that you were supposed to be watching together. Instead, you’re sending to me and she has noticed your lack of attention. Will that stop you? Of course not, you already know you’re too far gone as your phone lights up with yet another request.
After an hour or so, you’re completely drained of your money, your account is in the single digits and your wife is none the wiser. You send me a message, telling me you can’t fulfill another request, that I’ve left everything but those balls of yours empty. You know your message makes me smile but I simply like your message again. Hours later, you’re scrolling yet again and you find me, bragging about draining you on a live feed, while I’m spending your money and requesting reimbursement even though it’s already subfunded. I just want more and more and more.