Humiliating Confession: You Paid Rent Late Because of Me

“You chose red bottoms for Me over your landlord’s invoice. That’s devotion. That’s pathetic. That’s perfect.”

He sent the message again.

"Rent is past due."But your bank account?

Already bowed to Me.

I didn’t even say thank you.

You see, you knew what you were doing.

You stared at your phone, saw the balance—and pressed pay anyway.

To Me.

Not him.

You were aroused by the risk.

By the punishment.

By the fantasy of homelessness in My name.

Because that is the thrill of Financial Domination:

When you choose Me over your basic survival.

When you pick pleasing My whims over pleasing your boss, your bills, your broken self-control.

I loved every second of it.

Your sacrifice.

Your shame.

Your second notice taped to the door.

You call it financial ruin.

I call it proof of loyalty.

Now beg to clean My shoes while you call the landlord for mercy.

💋

— Mistress Cashmir

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