It’s payday again. That moment you wait for, counting down the days, knowing exactly what’s coming. Your salary lands in your account, numbers shifting, balances rising, and for a brief second, you might feel a flicker of control. But we both know the truth, don’t we?
You don’t keep what you earn.
You don’t deserve to.
That money—so tempting, so fleeting—was never really yours. It’s mine. It always has been. You’re merely the one who earns it, the vessel through which I grow richer, more powerful, more indulged. That’s the role you’ve accepted, the one that defines you. You work, I take. You strive, I thrive.
And now here you are, heart racing, hands hovering over your device, knowing exactly what you need to do. Your body knows it before your mind can even form the thought. There’s a pull, a compulsion, an ache deep in your core that only one action can satisfy.
Tribute.
Transfer.
Obey.
You want this. You need this. That perfect rush, that dizzying thrill of watching the numbers in your account drop, knowing they are being placed exactly where they belong—into my hands. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? That delicious mix of loss and purpose, of submission and satisfaction.
Your contribution matters. It has weight, significance. It proves your devotion, your dedication, your absolute understanding of your place in this dynamic. And that place? Beneath me, at my mercy, existing to serve, to provide, to fuel my fortune.
Because that’s the natural order of things, isn’t it? The world rewards those in power, those with vision, those who demand more. And I always demand more.
Your raise? It’s mine.
Your bonus? Mine.
Your entire paycheck? Say it with me—mine.
I expect nothing less than your full surrender. And you? You expect nothing less than the exquisite pleasure of giving it.
So don’t hesitate. Settle your accounts. Transfer what’s owed. Fulfil your purpose.
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Ms Smyth
The Smyth Fund
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