The mind of a money slave
I spoke at great length with a gent this weekend who was trying to understand his developing fetish for financial slavery.
He had been reading my writings and was at the same time repulsed and deeply attracted by my admission of my arousal at making men hate themselves for surrendering themselves, to experience again and again wallet rape at my hands. And how my encouraging the self-hatred sets them up for even more exploitation.
Hey, making you love yourself isn’t My job.
My job is making you hate yourself.
It makes Me smile.
But I guess that is what a weak cash pig deserves.
I am a Sadist. Note the capital “S”.
Biggest spenders! 