I round the corner... and it's frozen. Locking eyes, overcome by the sheer presence. Their mind melts into Me. Then and there, innately: s********n. Nothing more than a gaze. Overwhelmed by the moment, silent steps take us to a nearby ATM. Only the wind's whistle cuts the quiet, until buttons begin to click. The machine’s wheels sputter hundreds from a slot into kneeling hands... then into Mine. A knowing grin glows against a newly-lit cigar as I feel the grip of domination take hold. Counting out as it's handed to Me, a thick and burning ash builds. Smoke billows around us as the machine slows. Silence once more. Submissive lips kiss each leather boot as a pitiful tongue cleans them carefully in desperate gratitude. Through the toe caps, I can feel the trembling in each lick. Stolid, I tower over My new property. It’s all so easy. Effortless. And as I ash into a begging gaping mouth, I turn to go with thousands anew. In the distance, the faintest whimpering... “Thank you, Master.”
