The Rush You Need

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"Sent, Deity."

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"Thank you, Deity."

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You kneel in front of your hand curated altar, bowing after each send and kissing the floor. The monitor in front of you glows with her image as she smiles down at you, watching the numbers in her account grow steadily. You don't know what it is, but you can't escape this feeling. You told yourself it would only happen once. That Financial Domination wasn't your thing and you would never be one of those men who surrendered their money so frivolously to the desires of a woman as a form of 'service'. Yet, here you are. Bowing. Sending. Feeling your heart pound with excitement and joy with every ka-ching notification from the speakers. Long gone were the days where your submission had a limit. She had changed that with her mere existence, and nothing would ever match the feeling you derived from moments like these. Moments where the world slipped away and nothing or no one else mattered except you two. You. Kneeling, sending. Growing in debt and enjoying the loss of every dollar to her beauty and power. Knowing that the deeper you go, the longer you'll be blessed with her presence. This was the rush you needed all along. Financial Ruin under the guidance of a Divine Being.