Master_J_Ray

Staring is free. Stare long enough; and $acrifice becomes MANDATORY.

Take 1 look. 1 at Me. Then 1 at yourself. Feel that? That's your fæggot subconscious realization of utter and completely unfathomable vast distance between where you sit on this hierarchy, and where I reign above from. It's intense, the gap - immeasurable. Leaves you with 1 option: $ubmission

Here to take your cash, make it leak from that gash. You have no control - as an individual, nor your soul. You are a dirty fæggot, My plight and goal is to gag it. Make it choke down the habit, down the hole like a rabbit. The source of money, I grab it. My chemistry, some lab shit. Your brain is a useful tool, you become nothing but My fool. Time to accept your fate, sorry fæg, this ain't no DATE. Con$ume till it's too late, I'm always hungry - even if I just ate.

I know ONE of Me may be overwhelming, but if you were to be blessed enough to have TWO ... Well, it's safe to say; you're not safe. You're doomed to be My, and I's BITCH. We will take you, break you, and make you - the dirtiest little fkn faggot you have always truly been. A whore for a real Str8 Man, that wants nothing but to be a useful stretched out €a$hcunt, programmed by its true nature, to do exactly what I expect the fags beneath Us to do. It's your only unalienable right, unending, unrelenting, and purely inevitable activities that are conducive to furthering Our place forever above the lowly fæggot In the hierarchical chain of command. It exists solely to $£₹V£ U$.

Piercing your fæggot soul, IF you even have one anymore. The eyes penetrate deep into that homo-mindset, the one that tells you to give it all to a Str8 God that will put it to better use than you ever could. You stare at the sole, while I consume yours, because I was built for this. And you were only built for one thing: To $UBMIT.

The fit, the pit, your €ash$lit. The sole, the sock, My €A$H€o¢¢ The finger, the eyes, your imminent D£MI$£. On those knees, sure. Begging, saying "Please, Sir. 🥺" You'll drop lower, and the cash slides right out after I lube that brain up for a deep mindfuck. Don't count on resistance. That's a gamble you can't afford either.

Which one of you fæggots reimbursing my oil change, time to show what you're worth. #domination #Fag #fæggot #Reimbursements

Green like the cash that leaks from that gash. It's upon you, the imminent, and all encompassing desire for you to bow down and give yourself over to the infectious and inescapable draw of My demands. You won't get an option, this is not multiple choice, it's the path carved into your future, like the cracks in a sidewalk. Intentional, immovable, and unarguably permanent. So stay staring, and start $erving.

Another day of doing exactly what the fuck I want to. And you're lucky I let you come along for the ride. I drive the fkn vehicle, you're just the fuel. My posture correct, while you are bent at the knee and the goddamn waist - kissing at the ground beneath My feet. You'll stay there, and you'll continue to remain grateful for the honor, privilege, and opportunity to be of $ervice to such an impeccable God above you. __________________________________________

It doesn't matter if you served Me yesterday. It's a new day, and everyday is a new day to lay down to embody your position within the hierarchy. As this duty and burden to bear of yours is solely, indefinitely, and irreversibly has your name stitched permanently upon it. And to further sink into the comfortability of being uncomfortable, $acrificing for MY elevation and comfort is your endless PREROGATIVE. The fæggot. The resource. The funding. The raw material. You are exactly what you need to be in order to aid in My ascension in regards to what I am, and what you are is an object that makes My life better. Accomplished by your consistent suffering and compromises made in an effort to improve any and all aspects of My life. There is no greater purpose for you. There is no escape. There is only acceptance, and to embrace that locale of yours within the hierarchial totem. You will continue, when you see your Str8 Holy God above, to be a cashfæggot - that has no other option but to keep on the right track to becoming one of My many catalysts to further successes and abundance for ME. Because I deserve it, and you deserve to be taken from. But you already knew that, don't you, fæggot?... 🐷🫠😏😵‍💫

You're a fæggot, and I am your Superior. Your viewpoint from the bottom, is indicative of your place on this Earth as well as under ME. Your ego is left at the door, your status doesn't matter. You are made to understand these facts. And when you look up to see this, to see Me lording over you — It becomes unbelievably clear, you cannot escape this life that you have resigned to. You're a cashfæggot, and I am the CashMaster, made to take you, break you, and rebuild you into something useful; only to Me. There's no escaping this position in life that you have adopted. So stay down, fæggot cashcuck, for My inevitable Cashfuck.

Only thing to fear, is fear *OF* itself - and its inability to abstain from My allure and inevitable grip on what it once thought were 'its own' funds. No, fæggot. They were My funds, you just didn't know it yet. I was gone for 10 days, but - Daddy is back, WHO₹£$.

Read that again.

Everyday is a new opportunity to serve your Superior. Fægs mustn't forget — the purpose of FinDom is because your Superior is simply a better individual to possess your cash than YOU. There are no excuses, caveats, alternatives, or workarounds. This basic fact requires constant and consistent affirmative action to solidify and cement your place, role, title, and status as inferior fæggots. It is your sworn duty, and a real cashfæg - doesn't ask for customs, or content, there are no requests, they don't ask for specific reciprocation, just a chance to maybe talk and start a dynamic where the drain train can continue rolling down the tracks. The ability to even see and hear Us is enough, the fact that We exist is the reason you $end. And the fact that you know We are better, is why it feels so good to do so.

Just keep looking. Over and over. You know that you can't escape the draw, the allure, the absolute power, the raw authority in a simple looping, GIF - devoid of audio. Just silent, real presence that will drop you to your fæggot knees in an instant, your eyes widen while your mouth is agape. That's what being an APEX Male to you fægs is all about.

Yeah, they been on all day. Yes, they have been in shoes the entire time till now. Intoxicating to the weakest sock sniffing cunt, the fæggot can't resist the allure of the scent of God's holy socks. That's why I'm always looking down in My image, because you are at the bottom. ₱IGGI£$.

Thought you could use this. Because u$ing you is the only thing you are for within My line of work. You're an object; genetically predisposed to revere Me and all that I am. You will continue to embody and exemplify your worth through a monetary avenue. You're only good for My bottom line, fæggot.

I manage to stay clear, consistent, and I speak with conviction. When I say it, I mean it. So when I say your $$$ already has a ONE WAY ticket to Me - the signage backs Me up. There's no arguing when God gives you a sign. Here's yours, fæggot.

Your permanent view from below, this is the best it will ever be for you, €A$H¢lownz. 🤡 And you couldn't be more grateful for it anyway. It's an honor and of high privilege to have the ability to view such an immaculate specimen. The last thing you see before I crack your wallet open like a geode.

You. Yes, you, fæggot. I'm gonna make you understand your absolute value in this life, your only true quantifiable worth. Reduced to a numeric itemized object on My spreadsheet, and therein lies the true golden privilege you experience. Being on MY spreadsheet. Stay down, €a$h¢lown.

You. Yes, you, fæggot. I'm gonna make you understand your absolute value in this life, your only true quantifiable worth. Reduced to a numeric itemized object on My spreadsheet, and therein lies the true golden privilege you experience. Being on MY spreadsheet. Stay down, €a$h¢lown.

The facial expression is not a mistake, it's the look that the fæggot evokes. Indifference. I do not care about you, one way or the other, as you aren't worth the energy to muster any kind of feeling within Me. But I know the sight of your superior evokes something in you that will produce a useful resource, and subsequently - render it into My rightful possession.

If this was the last thing you see before lights out as I snuff out your pathetic excuse for what real Men call manhood, you could die a happy fæg. Only to have whatever is left of your bank account rummaged and robbed like you always deserved anyway. The drain train always got room for one more.

I know the infatuation is difficult to shake, and that's why I utilize it's advantageous quality. Fægs have a propensity to struggle to resist the inexplicably inescapable aura that exerts force unto the wallet within the fæggot. And My relentless U$E is what your life will revolve around once it has begun. Welcome to the answer to your depravity, and the end of autonomy.