Where you Belong

It's so great remembering that so many "people" so very openly know their place. So easily approaching you, begging to spread their wallets open wide for you like a worn out slut. Ramming their fingers so deep inside to pull out as much of their earnings to hand it over to someone so much more deserving of it.

"But what about my bills? What about my rent? How am I supposed to live with nothing?"

That's not my problem to figure out, pig. All you should care about is that you are RIGHT where you belong. So far beneath me I couldn't care less about you if I tried. Go to work, make the puny amount of cash that you do so you can hand it right over to me. There was never any chance of you saving it. It's much better off being spent by me, being used for frivolous things like fancy dinners, nice new clothes, and getting my nails done. STOP complaining and do what you were meant to do... Make money and hand it over to me.

This is what you were MADE for. To be completely and utterly submissive under my heel. A cage around your puny boy clit, so you can't even have that pleasure in your life. Your pleasure should always be watching your life savings drain away as I spend every cent of it.

Just like that, good piggy. Every single cent. Right where it belongs.