Your money has been wasted on stocks, crypto, and frivolous luxuries—**but here’s the investment that finally pays off**: *Me.*

**At 35, I’ve mastered what Wall Street never will—the art of draining a simp’s wallet with surgical precision, then making him beg to refill it.** You don’t donate. You don’t tip. **You invest in the only commodity guaranteed to ruin you right**—my dominance.

**Soft?** Only when I’m savoring your pathetic gratitude. **Ruthless?** The second you hesitate. I don’t just take—**I rewire**. One tribute, and you’ll crave financial annihilation like a drug.

**Kink-friendly. Fetish-obsessed. Wallet-exterminating.**
- **Cash pigs**: Your account exists to bleed for my amusement.
- **Paypigs**: I’ll turn your monthly salary into my spa day.
- **Simps**: You’re not a person—**you’re a line item in my budget**.

**This isn’t findom. It’s evolution.**
The weak crumble. The strong pay.