You resist for a second, but then give in like it was always going to happen. This isn’t forced. It's not what I want, it just happened. You did it yourself. Right boy?
You don’t need to overthink it. I don't wanna own you. Just be useful for me. Be my ATM. Do what you're here for. 🏧
I mean, you're still here. Still replying. Still sending. And still leaking through those accounts for me like a good boy.
You like being reduced to something simple.
Just a function for use. Be my atm. Do what you're here for.
And yet you’re still here. Still replying. Still sending. And still leaking through those accounts for me like a good boy.
You like being reduced to something simple.
Just a function for use. Be my atm. Do what you’re here for.
I met this guy a year ago during a weekend workshop I was teaching. Just a basic leadership course for young professionals. He showed up early, sat in the front, 20yo, confident & joking with the others.
He was the kind of guy who tries just a little too hard. You know?
After the first break he stayed behind to “ask a question.”
Except he didn’t really have one.
You could tell immediately: the eye contact lasted a second too long. He wasn’t there to ask a question, he was testing the waters, I can tell.
On day two, he hovered near me again during lunch.
“Can I help you set things up for the next session?”
So I handed him a stack of chairs to move.
He practically lit up.
Later that afternoon, I asked the group a question and caught him looking at me with that blank, focused stare, the kind people get when they’re not listening to the lesson at all, but to the tone of the person speaking.
After the workshop ended, he waited until everyone else was gone. Then he said it:
“I like when someone tells me what to do. I don’t know why.”
There it was. Just the truth leaking out. 😂
I told him to help me pack up the equipment.
He did it instantly.
Every time I gave him a simple instruction, carry this, move that, hold that open, he thanked me. He became a little bitch and he loved it.
Right before he left, he said:
“If you ever need help again… you can message me.”
And sure enough, a week later:
“Hey… just checking if you need anything this weekend.”
I send him a receipt of my dinner that evening and my PayPal.
Do you think he payed?
No traditions for you. You are alone with your phone. Scrolling, watching, waiting. You get told what to do, and you prefer it that way. Don't you?
You are refreshing, gooning, leaking, checking if there is someone to respond to. Someone to prove yourself to.
We both know that deep down, you don’t care about these holidays. You only care about that moment where you feel useful. And you’ll pay for it every time.
Stop hiding your needs. Start fulfilling them.
You say it’s “just for fun.” You tell yourself you’re not really into this.
But somehow…. here you are. Again. 😉
Reading, staring, scrolling & gooning. Let's not forget the begging part too. Right?
You just love it. You fucking crave it. Being a footstool, sniffing dirty underwear and socks from total strangers. Begging for a taste or to put them into your mouth. How fucking pathetic are you? 🧎🏻♂️
You know exactly what you're doing here, presenting yourself as a paypig. Thats when you matter for me. And that's why you keep coming back. You just can't ignore the feeling of being used. You just cant stop thinking about serving a real man financially.
That's called purpose.