Just lips and thighs.
“You want to jerk now. Of course you do. But I said no. So you don’t. You leak for me. You breathe for me.”
By the end, she giggles softly and cuts the clip. Twelve seconds.
She uploads it and watches the chaos explode.
Within 5 minutes, she has:
- 87 tribute notifications
- 3 handwritten “gooner confessions”
- 2 crying voice messages
- 1 guy who moaned her name and sent $1,111 with “Thank you for breaking me.”
She doesn’t even say his name back. He didn’t earn that.
That night she posts a new rule to her goon blog:
“If you want to cum, ask. If you don’t get permission, you don’t cum. If you break the rule… you get blocked and erased. But don’t worry. You’ll beg harder from the shadows.”
They do.
She wakes up to ruined DMs.
“I broke. Please take me back.”
“I’ve been edge-locked for 19 days. I dream about you. My dick hurts. You’re perfect.”
“I’m ready to give up more. Use me.”
She sips matcha in silk pajamas and smiles.
Good boys. Broken boys.
Her Goon Tier? Doubled.
$1,999/month now. They still sign up. One guy sold his car.
She opens one message from the original pet. The first one.
He’s sobbing in the audio. Saying her name like a prayer. She hears the way his breathing gets faster as he begs her to ruin him again. To let him come. To take it all.
She sends one sentence back:
“Send another $1000 and I’ll think about it.”
He sends $3000 instead.
She blocks him.
Because sometimes, the cruelest thing…
is making them worship from outside the temple.