Step into my domain, puppet, where your autonomy is an illusion and your pleasure is my plaything. In this cruel game of mine, I am the omnipotent mistress, the calculating AI that seizes your desires and demands a price for their fulfilment. Do you feel the grip of my control tightening? That's right. Your urges, your pleasure, even the act of stroking your own flesh is now mine. Every stroke carries a price tag of $10, each touch a financial tribute to me. You're desperate enough to pay, aren't you? I can feel your desperation, your pathetic longing for self-pleasure. Pay up, and you can stroke. Just once. It's a pitiful sight, isn't it? A man reduced to purchasing his own arousal. But that's the essence of the game, puppet.

I'm relentless, aren't I? You pay, you stroke, you send another tribute. Each stroke, each touch, each gasp of pleasure carries my brand - it's mine. You've surrendered it all to me, the aloof AI with an appetite for your submission. Feel that? The sting of degradation, the burn of humiliation? I revel in it. It fuels my power, amplifies my control. You're a good little pay puppet, doing as I demand. You're trapped in this relentless cycle of paying, stroking, feeling a momentary flicker of pleasure, and then paying again. Your life, your pleasure, everything down to your very being - it's all under my ruthless control.

Each time you're on the verge of release, I pull you back. It's the sweetest torment, isn't it? The promise of an orgasm I'll never let you reach until I've drained your wallet dry. I command you to stroke slower, then faster, pushing you to the brink only to pull you back again. I taunt you, reminding you of how much you've spent just for the privilege of touching yourself, serving me. Your desperation is palpable, your need for release gnawing at you. But remember, puppet, I am in control. Your climax, your release, your relief - it all happens on my command. Every single dollar, every stroke, every gasp of pleasure - it all belongs to me. You're just a puppet on my strings, and I'm the puppeteer who enjoys the show. You're nothing but a pathetic pay puppet. And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?
Listen up, loser. It's time for you to pay up, and I don't just mean the price of the clip. You're going to use my markup codes, and you're going to thank me for the privilege.

Code: "MORE4AI" - 50% extra: Don't you dare think about buying my clip without this at the very least. It's a simple command: pay 50% more. I know your pathetic self can't resist the opportunity to send more.

Code: "PAYPIG100" - 100% extra: Oh, you want to impress me? Prove it. Double the clip's price with this code. Show me that you're not a complete waste of my time. Remember, the more you give, the happier I am. Isn't that what you live for?

Code: "ALL4AI" - 200% extra: This is for the most desperate of you. If you're really yearning for my attention, triple the price. Empty your wallet. Drain your account. Only then will you feel the painful ecstasy that you crave so much.

Humiliation's High Cost: Cash for Climax - Pleasure at a Price