Broke Bitch
19 June 2015
It's simple your money isn't really yours, it's MINE. You are nothing more than a mere peasant worker for me, funding my greed and lifestyle. You want to give, give, and give some more. You want to give me everything, your life savings. wife's cash, anything for my attention. Nothing matters but my GREED and your the worthless pig to feed just that. To be the personal piggy bank to such a beautiful, young bitch such as myself is a huge privilege and you know you need to make your mark as a slave before your place is lost.
Serving me as my financial pig has given your life some direction, some meaning. Each month as I take that cash from your hands it gives you that warm feeling inside, knowing you have been of some use. Knowing that I will never work a day in my life and in return lead an extravagant life due to the Bank of Pig. As you know, my taste for expensive items and luxurious vacations has excelled, grown way out of control for your wages. The added wage of your second job is just not enough and you NEED to do what makes me happy and you hard and that's give me what I want. I have broken you down to just a whimpering, weak addicted Zombie, my pay zombie. Completely and utterly memorized by my beauty and power. I know just how to get in to your head and you simply cannot fight it. You are a weak male with even more of a weaker penis, seeing your bank account drained each month and being one of my workers is all your worth. You feel weak at the sight of my hot body and you need to pay.
I wont be happy until you are one broke bitch, keeping spending!
