Gimp Under Financial Control

Description: Make him put on his gimp suit because it strips away whatever dignity he thinks he has. once he’s dressed for his place, i take his leash and pull him to my feet. he follows instantly—he knows hesitation would cost him.i remind him what he is: a paying servant. a pathetic little wallet crawling on the floor for the privilege of being near me. every order drains him. every second on his knees costs him more.when i lift my foot, he worships without thinking. that’s all his mind is good for—obedience and tribute. i hold the leash steady while he trembles and kisses, knowing he’s nothing but a paypig performing exactly how i trained him to.he pays. i own. that’s the entire relationship—and he’s lucky i allow even that.