I want my paypiggies fucking broken for me

Not just needy. Obsessed. Aching. Wallet empty and still desperate to give more.

I want them waking up already hard/wet, phone already open to their banking app before their eyes are even fully open, because the first thought in their empty little head is me. My accounts. My wishlist. My next demand. The way I drain them.

I want them desperate enough that they’ll send the second they see my name light up. That they’ll edge for hours with my cashapp in their mouth, balls blue or cunt swollen and leaking, and still not cum until they’ve drained another load of money into my hands. And when I finally let them cum, I want them sobbing from how hard it hits, body shaking, thanking me like the good little ATM they are while their balance hits zero.

I want them so far gone that the second I call them “piggy” their brain turns to static. Knees hit the floor. Wallet opens. Everything else disappears. No pride, no thoughts, just pure aching hunger to be milked, used, drained, ruined financially for my pleasure.

I want them checking their phone every thirty seconds praying for a tribute demand. Getting wet just from the notification sound of a successful transfer. Sending me filthy, shaky videos of themselves touching while the confirmation screen is still glowing, because they can’t stand how empty they feel without giving me more.

I want them addicted. Ruined for anyone else. So fucking desperate that they’d do anything—beg, edge until it hurts, edge past the hurt, edge until they’re crying, max out cards, skip meals, sell shit—just for one more chance to feed their Goddess’s accounts.

My perfect little obsessed paypiggies.
Aching.
Draining.
Desperate.
And completely fucking mine.