I remind my weak cuck slaves exactly where they belong — at the bottom, bowing before my superiority. You’ll sit there, pathetically aching with desire while I explain how it works: you pay, and I live in luxury. You get nothing but the privilege of watching me with a real man, knowing your wallet is being drained for us. Every penny you send reinforces your place beneath me while I enjoy the finer things in life, laughing at how desperate and powerless you are to resist. It’s simple: you pay because I command it, and you’re too weak to say no.