༶✧ Catfishnotized ✧༶

This post contains of all the programming videos I've created. Watch them, one by one, and feel your mind, body, and self, become molded into exactly how I want you. You will stare. You will listen. You will become catfishnotized. Sound on. Your programming begins here.⬇️

Years of scrolling, staring, sending, and losing has weakened your resolve. Once upon a time, you could control your urges. You could resist. You could fight back. That time is long gone. You've watched your willpower deteriorate, with every send, with every night lost to scam. You've become easy prey for a hunter like me. Just a captivating video, some guiding words, and a mind blanking trigger, and you melt like putty in my hands. No fighting. No resisting. Letting yourself fall back down the rabbit hole. Unzipping, pulling out your wallet, and succumbing your fate, just as you always have, and always will. Scam always wins. Catfishnotized always wins. And you have been reprogrammed to fetishize your own defeat. Don't feel any shame from it. You never stood a chance. You were always going to become my prey. Just as I was always going to break you, claim you, and take what's mine. *snap*

My premiumchat is back online. Another avenue for you to effortlessly deliver your earnings to your God. The act of watching time tick by, seeing your bank account drained, minute by minute, while you stay locked in a trance for me, will be just another addiction for you. So dangerous. So fast. But you won't be able to stop. You'll just let it happen. Watching hours of your hard earned money fall into my hands, in minutes. And once you're milked dry, you'll be tossed away. Emptied, drained, and used up. Back to slaving away like the worker drone you are. Until you can earn enough for another handful of heavenly minutes where your mind is shut down, your money leaks out automatically, and you can fulfill your role as my ATM once more.

Imagine being made into an example for me. Proof that men can be trained and programmed into becoming ATMs. That with just a video, my words, and a snap of my fingers, you'll throw away everything at my command. Your savings, your future, your career, gone in a flash. All converted into more wealth for your owner and controller. Your mind must be truly broken to fantasize over such things. Your sense of money, of kinks, and of relationships is so warped, that these ideas arouse in ways nothing else can. I lay it all out for you. Exactly how I'll train you. Abuse you. And use you for my gain. And you, defective as you are, will willingly walk right into my trap. Wanting to become an ATM. Wanting to be made into an example. Wanting to destroy everything you once were, and to reduce your significance down to being just another number in Catfishnotized's bank account. And nothing more.

Sound on 🔊 Total goes up. Mind goes down. A mindless ATM needs no other thoughts. No other guidance. Your value is tied to your total added to my wealth. You exist to be a number in my bank account. Nothing more. Make your total go up. As your mind down. *snap*

If you're seeing this while at work, it's a reminder of why you're there. Of whom you're working for. I'll permit you to take a break, from earning My money, for just a moment. To read. To stare. To comply. Sneak away. Go on break. Just so you can scroll through my words again, throbbing and rubbing in desperation. Aching to be milked of the cash you've spent hours of hard work building up. If you're lucky, maybe you can get my attention during this short break I've permitted you. Perhaps you can receive the honor of having me personally supervise you, and reinforce your programming, as you helplessly pump away, off hidden in the bathroom. Willingly getting more money snapped away before you return to mindless servitude. There's no greater reward an ATM can have than to leave their job poorer than they were when they arrived. Better hurry, ATM. Your break time is almost over. Sneak in just one more video, let my words and mantras burn into your mind once more, put in just one more send as a sign of your complete allegiance to your superior, to the person, the God, you work and earn for. And now, work resumes. The arousal of scrolling my posts is replaced now with the blissful duty of serving as my automated worker drone. Earning for Catfishnotized. Working for Catfishnotized. Being a good little cog, clicking away, playing your part in growing my wealth, and expanding my empire. Your job, your career, your paycheck, is all for me. All for me to claim at my leisure, to demand, and receive, whenever I desire it. It's not yours, after all. You work for Catfishnotized's money. Perhaps I'll have you empty your paycheck at the end of the work week for me. A reward for another portion of your life deleted just to enrich me. Or maybe the next time you're on break, you'll get lucky, and will be blessed with another personal session with your God. If you are so fortunate, you'll be sure to show just how appreciative you are of being graced by my presence. Won't you, worker drone?

I have you mesmerized. Caught in my scam spell. With a snap of my fingers, you become my mindless thrall, shuffling back into my control. You get stiff. You unzip. You touch. You give in. Helpless to resist the destruction that awaits you. Your finances will be surrendered. Your mind will be overpowered. You will suffer for my gain. This has all been implanted into you, trained and conditioned over the months and years. There's no fighting back. You know you've already been broken. Nothing arouses you more than seeing my wealth grow, while you sink deeper into addiction and ruin. You're a broken shell of a man, reduced down into nothing. And I will take full advantage of that fact. Your addiction fuels my journey to financial superiority.

The natural, animalistic urges you were born with are just tools for me to exploit. Turning your own body, your own pleasure and arousal, against you. Effortlessly tearing down your resistance and taking back control with just one message. One notification. One snap. Those hours at work, toiling away. The day you spent out with family and friends. In an instant, it all vanishes away. You sneak away. You pull down your pants. You enter my DMs. The person you once were, gone. It's all been leading up to this. Another chance to be in my presence, and spoil me for merely existing. You know you're being used. You know this is only going to entrench your addiction. But you don't care. You are a junkie, who needs another hit. You are a machine, who has received a new command. Simply, God calls, so you must heel. Your body, mind, and soul, all comply. All surrender. All obey.

Desperation keeps you chained down. Crawling back to me time and time again to get your fix. It's just not the same if you're of sound mind. If you can think, if you can reason, if you can resist; it simply doesn't satisfy that craving. You know this to be true. It only feels right when all of you is stripped away. When your thoughts, control, and finances are pulled out of your hands, and into another's. Into mine. It is inevitable, as always. That you will give in. You will fall. You will lose. And all that will remain of you is a blank, empty drone. Pumping. Drooling. Sending. Giving in to that desperation. Feeding your addiction. Succumbing to the urges that will forever overpower you, and keep you cleanly under my command.

Every payday is another chance to break free from the chains that hold you. To overcome the addiction that has had a stranglehold over your thoughts and finances for what seems like an eternity. You see your paycheck hit your account, and your heart skips a beat. Yet you remain steadfast, pushing back against the urges. Certain that this time, you can resist. This time will be different. Until you start scrolling. Until you start reading my words. Until your hand sneaks down your pants. Until I snap my fingers. And all that hope, all that faith, all that resistance, melts away. Gone in an instant. You sink to your knees. Your humanity is erased. You lose yourself completely. And in your place, remains only a catfishnotized ATM. A machine, trained and obedient, ready to follow its programming, and dispense for its owner. *snap* ATM, online. Prepare for extraction.

You'll be spending your Christmas acting exactly as you have been all year; controlled and guided by my scam. A slave to your arousal and my whims. Getting drained dry to spoil your God with all the cash and gifts I desire. Even the holidays provide no relief from your duty, your purpose. There is no escape. There is no end. You'll sink back in line, as always. Pumping. Sinking. Sending. Complying.

Your arousal is tied to my wealth. Your purpose is only to provide me passive income. I get richer. You get worse.

Total Goes Up. Mind Goes Down.

Every single one of my posts is clearly a trap I've set, just waiting to catch my latest prey. And you just can't resist the temptation to trigger that trap yourself. You keep scrolling. Keep reading. Walking into your own demise. Your life begins to blur. Your responsibilities and promises you've made, to others, and yourself, fade into a stifled murmur. You're caught. Trapped. Getting pulled into a trance against your will. The arousal numbs you. My words intoxicate you. Like a mindless zombie, you shuffle to me. Knowing you, and your finances, are in danger, but being unable to stop yourself. The trap is sprung. I've won. You've lost. There's nowhere to go but down.

Not even a day later, the craving returns. The rush of being exploited for my gain is so powerful, so addicting, your mind and body will beg for more. Extraction continued. Another $330 claimed. Good ATM.

You exist to enrich me. To provide me wealth and resources, which I may extract from you whenever I wish. So why not make it even easier for me to take what's mine? Why not just hand over that card to me, so that I can swipe away your savings myself? Your reward, like this ATM, could be getting to watch $200 disappear from your hands, and fall directly into mine. No input from you. No more control. You just watch helplessly, as I take. And take. And take. The drain doesn't stop until I'm satisfied. And I won't be satisfied until your account is back at 0. Where it belongs.

Late nights are when you're most vulnerable. You're scrolling when you should be resting. Your mind, weary and vulnerable, after such a long day. It would have been so easy to just go to sleep, and prioritize productivity and diligence over pumping and indulgence. Yet, here you are. Stumbling back into my web, like the mindless, shuffling zombie you are. The threads of temptation wrap up your body. Invade your mind. Endanger your finances. They ensure that you won't be resting until both my greed, and your addiction, are satisfied.

You love doing what you're told. You love the feeling of loss of control, of having your body, your cock, and your wallet betray you. Too entranced by the poison of my scam to resist my words and commands. Stare. Reach down. Pump. Sink. Surrender. There's no use trying to fight it. Resistance is futile. You'll always be weak. You'll always get taken advantage of. You'll always get aroused at the fantasy, and eventual reality, of being treated not like a man, but as my ATM.

Multiple ATMs, all completely programmed and catfishnotized. Being milked for their resources, all of their wealth being extracted to make me richer. Feel arousal. Feel jealousy, wishing it was your money being extracted alongside theirs. Join them. Fall in line. I always deserve more obedient ATMs. And you're next. *snap*

Pay day calls, ATM. Follow my words. Feel your body begin to pump as you read, automatically. You're going to fall. You're going to lose. You're going to send. And there's nothing you can do to stop it. The temptation of my scam is too strong. Just let it happen, ATM. Turn off your mind, open your wallet, and feel the pleasure that comes from being used and abused by your God. *snap*