You’ve been a wallet with legs for years… but now you crave something deeper, something crueler. I’m not just a brat but I’m your financial executioner in heels. A spoiled mean findom who gets wet watching you beg to give me more. You’re not here to be loved because you’re here to be used, drained and discarded like the pathetic little paypig you are. You exist to fund my luxury and maybe I’ll acknowledge your desperation with a smirk. I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to own your bank account and make you say thank you for the privilege!