Once a piggy, always a piggy.
Piggy P. has been into findom (financial domination) for many years. I have already posted about one of our previous hot sessions here on my findom stories page.
See below for the story “Triple Ruination Blackmail (fantasy), Bankruptcy, and Homewrecking are your new fetishes, piggy.”
For many years piggy P. has been fighting a losing battle to quit FinDom. But the truth is, not a single piggy will ever be able to quit FinDom ( Financial Domination).
Pigs are addicts, they have no willpower, they are very easy to manipulate. Any sub can be brainwashed to do anything you want,
you just need the skills and experience to sense what techniques or combination of techniques will work best Ð to know when to push, when to punish and when to reward.
It is like training a dog – make him fear and love you in equal measure and he will be your loyal servant forever.
Piggy P. had been expelled or blocked from my service for months for insubordination and wanted very much to be forgiven and unblocked and to be given a chance to serve me again.
I don’t really like unblocking those who I have expelled. If a sub has disappointed you once, the odds are he will do it again. Like a doggy whose initial training was flawed, the habits remain, no matter how strictly they are disciplined.
So why waste time on someone so clearly unworthy in the past and potentially unworthy in the future, when I have hundreds of subs lining up to serve me as my slaves?
The reason I unblocked Peter was, I confess, because of a moment of uncharacteristic pity. I could sense his palpable desperation to be used and out of control that day.
Also, to be honest, I knew that pent-up need and desperation would most likely translate into another extreme and profitable draining.
And I did not get where I am today by turning down the opportunity to turn a profit. Besides, if he annoyed me again, he was expelled forever.
So, in the end, I made the bitch pay the unblock fee of 200 EU and I called him.
Things went easier than I expected. My eager little piggy was so happy to be accepted back that he obeyed my every command without hesitation and with complete alacrity.
I ordered him to give me his Teamviewer ID and password and in a few seconds, I was inside his computer. My next order was to give me the password of his PP account.
The password wasn’t saved in his computer, which meant he had to fill it in every time I took a payment.
Filling in the password was distracting my bitch from my mindfuck, and that was beginning to annoy me.
I told him how much I wanted him to be completely focused on my voice, and without missing a beat he sent the password and I saved it in the browser.
The stage was set and ready for a findom (financial domination) drain of epic proportions.
I slowly began to mindfuck my victim to make him weak and then increased the intensity of the mindfuck to break his resistance. Once his barriers were down, I hypnotized him to take complete control of his mind. This form of hypnotism is very effective on weak, submissive minds, and works by taking them into two fundamental states of consciousness – tranquility, and desire, simultaneously. As the tempo and tenor of my calm, lovely voice were working on the lower brain functions,
filling him with peace, melting away his anxiety, the meaning of my mindfucking words were going straight to his higher, cognitive brain functions increasing his arousal
stimulating and controlling his mindcock.
When the bitch began to jerk his cock obsessively and beg me to take all his money and make him go broke, I knew he was ready for an extreme drain.
After I took the first large amount from his account, he surfaced partially from his state of hypnotic arousal, and said he had only one request -he asked me, almost pleading, to wear something of leather or latex. I had already begun to take hundreds from my loser’s account, so I thought, “What the hell, why not give him some minimal reward? I might even find it to be a useful hypnotic trigger in the future”
So, leaving him to edge, I went to my extensive collection of luxury clothes and selected an exquisite pair of leather, designer-made pants.
As I drew them over my legs and ass, the earthy, animal smell of the leather began to intoxicate me, my blood beginning to run hot as if I had sniffed some poppers.
The soft, supple texture of the fine leather against my skin felt like someone was gently but urgently touching my body.
It was almost as if I was experiencing a backblast from the treatment of hypnotic arousal I had been subjecting Peter to.
I had a primal need to feel the soft leather intimately, intensely. I started to run my hands slowly and sensuously up and down my leather-clad legs,
my palms gently stroking my hips, my fingers caressing my thighs. I stared spellbound at my sharp perfectly manicured nails,
each meticulously polished and painted in bloody red moving up and down my thighs.
A faint groan from Peter brought me back to the task at hand. Looking at the glassy, trance-like expression on his face I realized I had found yet another trick with which to manipulate my bitch to do my will.
My findom fuck looked helpless, powerless and I started right back in using his weakness to my advantage.
I took one hefty tribute after another from his dwindling account and each transfer made me feel more powerful, intoxicated, and intensely excited.
And each time I just wanted more, I craved more and so I took more and more. I felt that the fun just began.
We reached the final stages of an extreme drain, and I started to push his limits by taking even larger amounts.
This is when you really need to have a good intuition and understanding of your victim, and how he is best used in the long-term.
The pig was immensely aroused, his eyes were rolling back into his head. It was clear his mind was completely blank and empty,
and he had completely lost any ability or will to resist. He had become little more than the shell of a man, a zombie,
easy prey, and completely at the mercy of my predatory instincts. The more I was taking, the closer to bankruptcy he felt and the more it excited because I had FULL CONTROL.
Both of us wanted one thing – HIS RUINATION. Sensing his weakness made me feel ravenous, I wanted to rip my victim apart.
BUT, if you give in to those instincts, if you let yourself go entirely and hit the send button again and again without knowing what you are doing or thinking of the future,
you won’t end up with a stable full of piggies to drain in the future. Almost worse, you will have given in to the same kind of unthinking desire that is the basis of the piggies’ ruinous addiction.
I think, if I had sensed in him any wavering, any intimation that he might stray again, I might have drained him dry.
But it was clear that his days of any insubordination were over and his mind was fully mine.
So, after a few hours, I began to lessen the pace. I had drained 2,500 EU from the piggy’s account in less than 4 hours, but there was lots more there for me to take in the future.
Knowing that he was back on the leash, available to drain as needed, I sent the bitch to bed, without any doubt that sooner or later all his money would be in my account.
It is inevitable that this pig will go into debt and get addicted to the feeling of being destroyed and living in debt like many of my owned slaves.
Once you get into my web, there is no way out.
Easy Piggy – Easy Money
Are you one of those subs who have been following me for years but haven’t had the courage to contact me?
Recently many subs who have been following me at a distance for years have crumbled before my power. You can only delay for a limited amount of time what is inevitable. I post about my sessions on this site to show you your future. As you read my stories, a frisson of fear runs through you and you feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being mercilessly used by me.
Here is another story about a piggy who was ruthlessly drained of more than $1,000 in one session. The piggy has been following me on Twitter for months. The day he contacted he was feeling extremely weak and horny – you know what that means — he was easy prey and easy money. When the paypig entered my video chat I was in a group session. As soon as I found out that I could squeeze a decent amount of money from his account, I set up a private session with the desperately horny pig.
The mind of a piggy is very primitive. I never have to take much effort rinsing a piglet. All I need to do is tell him how pathetic he is, say nasty words to him and take money from his account. Forced intoxication sessions make it even easier to rinse a pig. Luckily for me, this pig was properly prepared for the session and had poppers.
After a few deep hits of poppers the bitch was completely out of control, jerking his cock mindlessly and obeying any command I decided to give him. My mental dominance and a steady inhalation of poppers intoxicated the paypig and cracked his defenses, he yearned desperately for my control and submitted to being totally my paypig. Encouraging him to inhaled deeply with a few more hits of poppers and I was deep inside the piglet’s mind, controlling his thoughts, actions and desires.
Just a few more hits and the piggy began showing me his bank accounts. When I saw 70K USD in his savings account, electric feelings of greed and excitement coursed through me. “I want it all, I will get it all,” I thought to myself.
Then I decided the best way to get what I wanted was to make the game more extreme for the piggy and I ordered him to get a bottle of vodka.
No shot glass or tumbler was needed, I made the bitch drink right from the neck of the bottle. All I wanted is to shatter the pig’s sense of caution and resistance and take all his money.
Forced intoxication requires a lot of skill and knowledge. You need to proceed carefully so you can control a slave’s intake and achieve the right balance. Enough of the intoxicant to ensure the sub will lose his inhibitions and do what you ask without hesitation, but not so much intoxicant that the sub will become nauseous or unable to function coherently.
After swallowing 5 mouthfuls of vodka, my bitch couldn’t speak clearly, he looked helpless and as if he was losing focus. He begged for my mercy, he pleaded with me to stop, but of course, his begging only excited me more, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing on and fucking his mind and bank account even more. This is what excites me, to get my victim to the point of total loss of control. When I can do whatever I want to him, that feeling of complete power makes me hot.
After taking $1K from his account, I felt somewhat satiated, and I thought it was sensible and reasonable to stop. As they say – slowly, slowly catch the monkey…or in this case, of course, the piggy.
Needless to say, my session with this little piggy didn’t beat my record. That record is still held by the $13K in one session I drained from John, who has probably quit findom or faded away entirely…or who knows? Maybe he is still lurking somewhere in the shadows and this story will awake his deep-seated and unquenchable need to be drained again?
I haven’t posted about that record-breaking session yet, but I think the next story I post will describe it.
Taking a paypig to the next level
It has been a year since I first had an extreme findomme session with Michael. That night I accessed his computer through Teamviewer and drained $3K from him in just in one night. One intense session of femdom mind control, forced intox and mindfuck and Michael was turned from a sissy slut into a findom pig, a paypig or wallet slave to use other terms. I used the intense sub/domme mental space that he was experiencing as fertile ground in which to plant suggestions that would act on his brain for months to come.
But it is clear that even his first findom session has had a deep, lasting and permanent effect on his brain, the result of erotic brainwashing, a form of hypno brainwash that thrust him overnight into the findom fetish and extremely susceptible to further femdom erotic hypnosis, slave training hypnosis and other hypnodomme techniques.
After that night we have had many draining sessions and forced intoxication (forced intox) sessions where I would usually take $1K-$1,5K from his account in one single session (yes, I have leveraged findom fetish AND intoxication fetish).
I love fucking his brain, getting his mind into the state of mindless desire. I often sent him to bed without allowing him to cum, increasing the intensity of the mindfuck fetish when he is desperately horny and need to be used. This technique of using the physical desire of the submissive to increase susceptibility is a key tenant of erotic slave hypnosis.
He never knows whether I will rinse his account to the last cent and use him all night long or fuck his brain and send him to bed early he will have a sleepless night feeling the agony of frustration. All he knows for certain is that he is under the control of intense obedience hypnosis and that I will exact my deserved findom tribute.
To sum up, the slut decides nothing, and she never gets what she wants. Well….maybe a little of what she wants if she deserves it. Another trick in female hypnosis domination is to give the submissive a taste…just a taste of what she yearns for.
One day I decided to take our games to the next level and ordered my slut to buy poppers. Both poppers and alcohol are very effective at reducing slave inhibitions and increasing suggestibility. And while we had done many coerced intoxication sessions with alcohol, Michael had never tried poppers. We started our session as always, with me teasing the slut with my body and my words, allowing some stimulation, but only enough to frustrate rather than satisfy.
After about 5 minutes of this I prepped the slut for making the first findom tribute of the session, an amount I usually let her choose, so she retains, initially a sense of being in control before I take over with Teamviewer (Findom Teamviewer games are the most dangerous and exciting that leave a slave powerless, helpless, making him paralyzed and lose complete ability to resist). Generaly these tributes range between $75 and $150. But this time, before ordering the tribute, I told the slut to take two deep hits of poppers, one for each nostril and then make a tribute.
The effect was electric. The slut’s eyes rolled back in her head as the blood-heat rushed through her body and her brain lit up and I could tell she was feeling light-headed, I thought for a moment that she was going to faint. Instead, her fingers flew across the keyboard and in my Teamviewer window I saw that she had entered her first tribute ….for $800!
Clearly I had hit on a powerful combination! Granted, it was harder to ensure that she was keeping her hands off her clitty, the effect of the poppers on her libido was extreme, but with each double hit I was increasing the wonderful, obsessive pleasure and guiding her through the fog of desire and she made no protest, but instead urged me on as I took significant tributes from her account …$700, then $900, then $780 the last remaining funds in her checking account. The hot blood rush of the poppers every time she took a hit felt to her like an electric connection from my eyes to her bloodstream.
My dominance has intoxicated her and cracked all her defenses turning her even into my mindfuck puppet, needing nothing but my control. I told her to take another deep hit in and inhale my power, let it go deep inside her mind, and take control of her reality, actions, desires. I could tell she felt my power course through her brain, hot in her blood, her heart pounding faster and faster. Her account was empty but she still needed to maintain that intense burning connection.
She scrambled for her credit card and was able take two last deep hits of poppers and a tribute of $573.75. I have no doubt I could have continued to drain her of everything she had under such powerful influence, but sadly, her banks locked down her accounts. Still, in just a bit more than an hour this combination on a prepared submissive mentality resulted in $3753 in tributes.
I look forward to the next time we play once those accounts are filled again.
It had been two months since our last extreme draining session, and in this time we had several normal sessions during which I drained my bitch of 3K EU.
But as I continue pushing my slut deeper into ruination I felt then that it was time to make some changes.
Making my horny slut go bankrupt and turning him into my blackmail bitch wasn’t enough for me anymore.
I found I wanted to destroy his mind, eradicate his personality and there is no better way to do this to a paypig than to turn him into a sissy slut.
Sissification is a powerful tool. What can be more shameful for a man than being exposed publicly wearing sissy outfits and doing dirty things?
What will destroy his mind and personality more than crushing his ego, emasculating him, and turning him into a sissy slave?
Blackmail fetish is definitely one of my favourite things in femdom but mixing it with forced sissification makes it even hotter.
When a slave is forced into being feminized against his desires and inclination and does it not because he enjoys it but because he has no choice but to obey, this excites me tremendously.
My pay pig P. had read many sissification and sissy humiliation stories, so he knew what to expect come when I said that I was going to turn him into a sissy slut.
As I told him, I could see a frisson of fear run through him. I started by ordering my slut to buy a sissy outfit and a dildo online.
A few days later, when he received the items, I ordered him to dress up and prepare for a session, but the bitch started playing games with me.
He said he was too scared to get online and that he needed time to prepare and be in the mood to go that deep.
The thought of being turned into a sissy slut excited him and scared him at the same time.
Eventually he dressed up and took a picture of himself in the sissy outfit that showed his face.
He sent me the picture, but quickly removed before I could save it. The silly sissy slave thought he could trick me and play games with me forever.
But I had something creatively evil planned for to put him in his place and show him who was in control.
The next day when the bitch messaged me, I said I was working out to make my slut believe I wasn’t at my computer.
The horny, stupid sissy slut swallowed the lie. I knew he would start sending me messages and pictures of himself wearing his sissy outfit and then removing them immediately so that he could claim he was following orders while at the same time making sure I would not be able to save the damaging evidence.
But this time I was prepared. The moment he sent a picture, I opened the message and instead of saving it, I took a screenshot and saved the screenshot.
Once I had the evidence, the sissy slut was trapped. I had everything I needed for the femdom blackmail that would give me the leverage I needed to begin the process of sissy forced feminization.
From that moment, the slut really had no choice but to obey. I ordered the bitch to start Teamviewer and then I accessed his computer and took $50 from his account.
I called the bitch and ordered him to grab his dildo and use it to amuse me. To reinforce the forced sissy blackmail, I recorded the whole session,
giving the bitch various sissy tasks like deep-throating and gagging on the dildo, posing and fucking himself with the dildo in different positions,
riding the dildo deep and then sucking it clean, etc. During the whole session his clitty remained limp – the bitch was scared and the fear killed his arousal, but who cares?
After all, I was having fun, and that is what matters.
When we began our relationship he could never imagined that he would be humiliated like those sissy sluts he read about in sissy humiliation stories.
The funny thing is that, while the slut doesn’t know it yet, but making him a forced sissy slut, training him to suck the dildo and take it in the ass
is not the final destination, it is just one step forward in his continuing ruination. Next on the agenda, sissy feminization and forced bi.
Those who have been following me for years know that I have turned an uncountable number of straight men into cock suckers and my paypig P. will not be an exception.
Blackmail (fantasy), Bankruptcy, and Homewrecking are your new fetishes, piggy.
Who wouldn’t want to feel the power of a woman? One who can bankrupt you, wreck your home and turn you into a blackmail bitch with little more than a lazy flick of her fingers? Just thinking about that feeling of being completely defenseless, helpless, powerless makes your cock hard. The idea of blackmail, bankruptcy and homewrecking is both intimidating and exciting at the same time. You yearn to be lost in that erotic torment.
Just imagine that you have lost control completely, you have become a brainless wanker, who can’t think rationally, who has been mind-fucked and teased and led into dark depth of femdom ( female domination). You know you are getting manipulated, scammed, and used, but the need to feel the thrill of danger drives you deeper into the abyss of mindlessness.
You would give all your money to feel that thrill over and over. You have become a junkie who needs that dose of mind-fuck. You stop caring about those who love you and who you used to love — your family, your friends, your colleagues. You want to go deeper into the depths, to feel more submission and thus you foolishly, but willingly continue to give more control to the woman who now owns your body and feeds on your soul.
Horny wankers are unable to control their sexual urges. A skilled domme can easily turn them into anything want she wants, make them agree to anything she wants. It doesn’t take much effort to turn their desperate need to wank into painful compulsion and then it is even easier to manipulate their psyches. The mind of a compulsive wanker is my playground.
Peter was already a chronic masturbator when I met him. He was addicted to porn and his addiction to porn had led him into flirting with findom (financial domination). Watching porn wasn’t satisfying enough, he needed something more fundamental, more consequential to fuck with his little brain. Mind games, brainwash, and draining sessions blew his mind and it wasn’t long until the wanker became totally obsessed with findom mindfuck.
It was late at night when paypig Peter first messaged me and unlike most new slaves of mine, he did not hesitate before plunging in feet-first. He sent his Teamviewer id and password right away. “Drain me, Goddess” he sent in the chat.
“This paypig has been well-trained by his previous owners, it will be easy to drain him” – I thought.
I logged into his computer, then his PP account, and took that first delicious tribute. From the get-go everything went smoothly, the bitch didn’t even try to resist.
That night I drained the willing piggy of $1,000. He was easy prey, easy money.
A few more nights and a few more $1k sessions and I knew the time had come to pull this piggy deeper into my web of control.
Certainly no-once could blame me wanting to take advantage of a compulsive wanker, completely defenseless and out of control?
So that night when paypig Peter let me know he needed to be drained, I took it to the next level. As usual, I ordered him to send me his Teamviewer id and password. Then I accessed his computer and PP account and started to take what is rightfully mine. But draining the pig so easily had lost some of its savor, it wasn’t thrilling anymore, it didn’t satisfy the way it had on previous nights. I wanted to exert more control, inflict more meaningful damage. I wanted a deeper ruination of the pig.
I started to mindfuck, putting his mind in a befuddled state so I could more easily inveigle information out of him, lulling the horny victim into a false sense of safety. After a few minutes of mindfuck, the bitch became calm and relaxed (the fool) and began to open up.
He told me about all his weaknesses, his addictions and even revealed choice information regarding his private life.
During the course of the conversation he told me that he had been drained by a catfish Goddess, yet more proof that he was just a brainless piggy. Only brainless pigs fall into the hands of catfish Goddesses and then, even if they realize that they are being scammed they can’t stop. Being catfished makes them feel even more pathetic and weak and horny. Eventually the act of being scammed and catfished become tied up in fetish addictions and ends up being an inevitable path to ruination.
Later that same night he showed me his stock market account, juicy and full of 22K Euros in a portfolio of stocks. Seeing the neat, stacked numbers on the balance sheet made me even more wet, horny and greedy.
“I want it all, I will take it all,” I thought, “ But first I need to take more control of this bitch.”
I ordered him to pose on cam for me jerking his cock and sucking on his finger. I took screenshots of the horny bitch in these compromising poses and sent them to him. “From now on, you are my blackmail bitch,” I exclaimed, and burst into laughter.
The pig started to jerk his cock faster, the fear and arousal mixing together in an intoxicating mindfuck cocktail.
From that moment, the pig knew that he didn’t have any choice. He wouldn’t serve me only when he needed to be drained, he would serve me anytime I wanted. The bitch was panting, he obsessively jerked his loser cock. His body begged for relief, he needed to cum, but an orgasm wouldn’t allow him to escape anymore, he had been turned into a blackmail bitch and there was no way out.
The pathetic wanker was visibly trembling on screen. I decided the time had come to increase the voltage. I took a 5 minute break, warning the slut to keep wanking his cock while I was away, and changed into a lacy, see-through lingerie set that I knew would put his hormones in overdrive. Needless the say, the strategy worked. When I came back on screen his pupils dilated even more and beads of sweat started to trickle down his forehead. The time had come to drain even more blood.
I thrust my greedy virtual fingers into his account again and again, heady with the power I had established over him, watching my prey slowly coming apart before my eyes under the lash of my power, causing him to cry out and scream from the pain mixed with pleasure.
I felt my body become electric in reaction to what I was seeing and doing, charges of desire rippling beneath my skin, I was horny, ruthless and hungry for yet more money and more control. I ordered the bitch to install Teamviewer on his phone device and show me his chats with his gf. (I already knew my bitch’s real first and last name since I was using his PP account to send myself money).
Now I had his gf’s name and I knew all the secrets he was hiding from her, I just needed her cell number to finish what I had started. I calmed him again, mesmerizing him and putting him deeper into trance.
Then, with one click of my mouse, I had his gf’s cell number (luckily for me, he was using Android, which I could control remotely).
After taking another $1,800 from his account, his two credit cards became maxed out. I wanted more, I craved more, and I ordered the bitch to sell some of his stocks. Without hesitating, my obedient blackmail bitch complied with my wish and sold $1,000 worth of shares and few hours later that money was in my account also (I left him to take care of any capital gains tax on his own, naturally).
That night I sealed his fate, converting him from a mere paypig into my blackmail piggy and taking complete control of his pathetic life. Even his relationship with his gf is completely in my hands. As a wise man once said, “The power to destroy a thing represents the absolute control over it.” Because I can destroy him with a single click of the mouse, I have absolute control over him.
It had been a long night, my paypig went to work without getting any sleep and when he returned from work he was tired, destroyed but still horny and needing to be drained. So we continued and now the bitch cannot stop, he will need his dose of findom fuckery every night until he has nothing left to give, at which point, I will discard him without a moment’s regret.
Even now I will bet you the pig is reading his real life story and clutching his cock, and it will not be long until he sends me a pleading message again, “Please, drain me Goddess”.
FinDom Debt Contract
Loyalty and obedience are not intrinsic to the personality of a slave, instead they are characteristics that must be created by establishing habits and means of control.
One excellent method is to define goals of tribute and service for a slave and persuade him to formalize those goals in the form of a written contract. The very act of negotiating, documenting, and most importantly signing a contract puts the slave into a frame of mind that makes him more susceptible and amenable to control, while creating a tangible and immensely powerful bond with his Mistress, one that encourages loyalty and obedience through a sense of duty and responsibility.
I find that the most effective findom contracts are ones that cover a relatively short timeframe with clearly defined terms of service and payment. This allows me to assess each slave’s commitment, loyalty and obedience and also “tighten” terms as necessary and desireable. I am able to identify those who are loyal and obedient to me (always my favourites) and quickly determine those in whom my initial faith has been displaced (forever after disgraced).
Over the last few years, slave lars has been one of my most loyal slaves and an excellent example of the efficacy of the findom contract as a method of establishing and maintaining control. While I allow him to visit other Dommes, he is only allowed to spend small amounts to spoil them and most of his income goes to my bank account. This is what I call keeping a pet slave on a short leash.
Using techniques like this and establishing quarterly findom goals and contracts has helped slave lars earned the title of Elite moneyslave in my harem and prove on a number of occasions that he is worthy of having this title by demonstrating that he considers pleasing me to be more important than his own selfish pursuits.
I have groomed and molded him so that now, by instinct and without question he goes to work every day on the assumption that he is working on behalf of Me, his Owner, his Alpha, his Goddess and that his first and primary objective is to put into deserving hands as much as cash as he can. Or rather a bit MORE cash than he can. Pushing slaves just a bit further than their financial comfort zone, taking from them a little more than they can afford is something I also do, partly because it is another good technique to keep a slave under control but mainly because I love doing it, it feels good and because I can.
In June, Slave lars achieved one of his contractual goals set earlier in the year by successfully funding new luxurious lingerie sets by Agent Provocateur and a pair of exquisite high heels (worth US$5K in total). With that contract successfully fulfilled, the time had come to set another goal for him.
This time, since I had not seen any specific luxury items that I wanted, I decided to define a contract based on cold, hard cash. Using a standard template legally enforceable in his country of residence, I made him sign a contract obliging him to pay me US$5,000. To make things a bit more exciting for me and to keep him under the pressure that drives him, I set the deadline to September 30, 2020 and added a clause stating that failure to pay on time would result in loss of the Elite moneyslave title he holds in high esteem, as well as the risk of a summons to small claims court and a lien put on his salary (imagine trying to explain that to his work colleagues).
So far, slave lars has shown himself to still be worthy of the attention I have spent on him. Since the day he signed this new contract, slave lars has paid down US$2,700 of the defined debt, pushing himself harder and sending more each month more than he can afford, increasing his bank overdraft and going deeper into findom slavery.
Findom (financial domination) has become his lifestyle, it is not just a fantasy anymore, he shows that he takes his role seriously, showing his determination to be continue to be worthy of my Elite harem even as I set the bar a little higher each time. Slave lars is a role model to others and an excellent example of how to increase control over a slave through negotiation and contract. Through grooming he has overcome his doubts and fears and committed to his Alpha, regardless of personal cost, a deed that has gained him considerable respect from his colleagues in my harem.
Like, all of my owned slaves, slave lars is under my 24/7 control. I have access to his computer and bank accounts. Every once in a while I log-on to his computer using TeamViewer software to check his activities and take a small tribute to remind him of his duties, not that he has ever forgotten about them. Seeing me actively use the control he has given to me makes him feel even more owned and fills him with a warm feeling of worthiness.
I supplement these relatively small moments of attention with more hardcore interaction. For example, on July 11, I had a more prolonged draining session with slave lars, taking from his account $1,100 in the space of 1,5 hours!
I must confess, the look on slave lars’ face as I take his money, that expression that uniquely combines the pain and worry of financial loss with the pleasure and desire of submission excites me like nothing else. In that moment I know he is completely out of control, and I could do anything I wanted to him – drain his account to the last cent, push him into debt as far as I want. All I would need to do is continue to feed his head with a mindfucking cocktail – adrenaline mixed with lust and the longing to be used hard.
Like any experienced owner of animals, however, I know that a certain degree of restraint with my slaves is important and that moderate draining over a long period of time is more profitable than one massive, total draining that totally consumes the slave’s mental and financial resources. Who knows, someday I may lose control and use slave lars up completely. I know that would feel amazing, but it would mean having to find and groom a new Elite moneyslave, which would be tiresome. So, despite the excitement I feel, I stay controlled…so far.
I scheduled another pro-longed draining session with slave lars on August 17. When the time came to start the session with slave lars, I was still in a group session with two other slaves, so I turned our session into a extreme group drain, a scene that many slaves find extremely exciting. In the end I drained US$2K in a single one-hour-group session. This was a truly extreme findom (financial domination) webcam session that deserves to be properly recorded. Through it all I lounged as befits a Goddess, and collected what is rightfully mine, while my obsessed slaves jerked their money away.
It’s September 1, and the clock is tickling, just 30 days left until slave lars must achieve his goal to pay his debt of US$5,000.
As of yesterday, August 30, slave lars had paid $3,750 of his $5K debt, reducind his contractual debt to me to $1,250 but increasing his overdraft at his bank to $2,150. Living in poverty and suffering for his Goddess has become the core of slave lars’ life, filling it with meaning and warm feelings of love to his Goddess.
How deep into debt will slave lars go this month? He knows that if even US$1 is left of his contractual debt as of midnight on September 30 I am totally capable of enforcing the terms of his contract with me, cancelling his harem title and privileges, filing with small claims court and submitting a lien request to his company. He knows that it is not the amount of money that is at issue, but the principle of obligation. So I am sure he will push himself hard to pay off every penny of the debt. But can he?
Driving Lars into Penury (Part2)
The COVID-19 pandemic has spread all over the world and it has affected everyone.
Because of the pandemic my devoted moneyslave lars lost his second job, but despite this, with his income reduced and an uncertain future, he still finds ways to fund my luxurious life.
I have unfettered access to slave lars’ computer and his PP account. Access to a slave’s account is a demonstration of the power I have over him and a testament to the deep connection between us. Only a select few are honored enough to have such a close relationship with me.
Usually I log-on to slave lars’ account whenever I want to take some money, and I will take as much or as little as I want, without even seeing him. But once in a while we will have a full-blown draining session where I will take larger amounts of money while I pamper my owned slave by mindfucking him and allowing him to worship my divine body and contemplate the glory of my smile. We recently had just such a session.
It was last Wednesday when I received a message from slave lars saying “I will have the house to myself next Saturday from 7:30 until 13:00 GMT time.” The tone of the next message showed me how desperate slave lars was to be drained, he said: “please don’t be nice to me, less talking, just rinse me dry.”
My owned slaves know that I cherish and protect them as opposed to how I feel about the selfish horny wankers who only visit me to satisfy their own perverted needs. I treat these types as garbage humans, manipulating them and draining their accounts to the last cent without any real regard for what they want.
But when my loyal slaves need loving abuse, they get what they want. I do have a sadistic side and inflicting pain turns me on, even more so when it is someone I have true connection with.
Time passed quickly and soon it was Saturday. I knew this session would be easy and I would just sit and relax, taking slave lars’ money. I called slave lars, logged on to his computer, accessed his PP account and took the first tribute of $150 as slave lars panted excitedly and began jerking his cock.
I didn’t need to say much, all I had to do was take one tribute after another, throwing a word once in a while as slave lars? need to go broke grew stronger. He needed to feel that pain again- the experience of enduring financial suffering for me, being forced to live the misery of a true slave. Findom has become his life style, being my personal moneyslave has become the meaning of his life.
My mindfucked puppet had lost the ability to think rationally as my fingers continued their soft erotic torture of his account and mind. I took slave lars’ desires and twisted them into knots. That day he was nothing more than just a paypig that was being slowly slaughtered and devoured.
Unfortunately, after I took $1K his credit card was blocked by his bank but I wasn’t overly disappointed because I knew that what was left in his account was mine and I could take it a few days later at my convenience, prolonging the pleasure of draining and keep my moneyslave in the draining frame of mind.
It was just a one hour session and I felt it was enough for that day as I had had some other very intense sessions that week. After the session I decided to take some time off and went for a walk. When I returned home, I had sushi delivered from my favorite restaurant, sipped a delicious, refreshing Chardonnay, and thought of my last session with slave lars while reveling in my luxurious lifestyle.
Driving Lars into Penury (Part1)
Last weekend I had the longest session I have ever had with slave lars. Before the session slave lars had sent me $1,000 to fund my trip to Portugal and he wanted to send the remaining $600 to complete the funding. Usually our sessions last one or two hours. This time the session started as usual. We talked about the trip and I told slave lars how and what I plan to spend his hard earned cash during this trip.
Our connection has become very deep and strong. Now slave lars is focused on my pleasure only, he doesn’t care if I will allow him to masturbate and orgasm. In fact, it had been 17 weeks since Lars last orgasmed. I doubt many slaves have ever been able to restrain themselves from orgasm for so long a time to please their Mistress. This kind of sacrifice definitely shows the obedience and heartfelt yearning of slave lars to please me and I felt it deserved a reward. My decision was to reward my humble moneyslave by allowing him to come.
I put on a pair of luxurious leather leggings, costing $1,600, funded by slave lars during earlier sessions and started teasing him. Seeing these hot leggings on me caused slave lars to remember the day we had the draining session that paid for them. During that session, my moneyslave was drained of $1,600 in one session and I used that money to purchase these astonishingly soft, leather leggings.
The reaction of slave lars exceeded my expectations. Less than a minute after he saw my hot legs and round ass encased in these sink-tight leggings, he became obsessed. He started to reflexively jerk his cock and began to visibly tremble with excitement, in record time my horny moneyslave had become desperate, yearning to be drained. He had transformed in a heartbeat into a submissive, mindless animal, raving about money and begging me to drain him. At the very beginning of the session I had taken $550 from slave lars’ account and I just needed $50 more to complete the funding of my trip to Portugal. My plan had been to take the remaining $50 and then allow my devoted slave to cum, but before I could carry out that plan, he began to beg me to take $150 instead. Touched by his need, I took the $150 from his account, bringing the total for the session to $700. Feverishly, slave lars continued to plead to be rinsed hard, he implored me to make this session a mega-drain and rinse his account of $2,000.
When I saw this beautiful 4-digit number an electric thrill hit my body. I confess, like slave lars I was beginning to tremble with excitement and I attempted to rape his account of the remaining $1,300 in one single transaction….only to discover that his credit card had been frozen. But as a well-trained and experienced moneyslave, slave lars had prepared for this eventuality and had applied for and received a second credit card for my use. He added the second credit card to his PayPal account and I tried to deflower the new and virgin card with another PayPal transaction, but was frustrated again as PayPal declined the transfer because slave lars had exceeded his PP monthly limit (we had had several draining sessions during the last several weeks).
Undeterred and determined to carry out this electrifying mega-drain I ordered slave lars to use the new credit card to pay me through my unblur store and he was so aroused, so obsessed, he obeyed without hesitation, and in less than a minute I saw that my unblur account had increased by $400 and our draining session now totaled $1,100. The sensation of power and entitlement that comes from receiving such a big tribute swept over me in a wave of excitement, but I was not yet satisfied, I wanted more, I craved more, I deserved more. After a pause of several minutes slave lars tried to use the new credit card again only to discover that the card had been blocked by the fraud department of his bank. We both groaned with frustration, but my loyal and desperate beast refused to give in. Steadying his voice (but keeping a tight hold on his cock), he called the bank, assured them that he was an authorized user and asked them to remove the block. Ten minutes later, the block had been removed and he started sending a series of $50 tributes, one hand edging his cock, the other hand clicking the button to send me tributes. My moneyslave’s mind was consumed with the obsessive desire to pay. Soon we hit the $1,400 mark, but we didn’t have much time left, in 10 minutes slave lars wouldn’t be alone and we needed to hurry if we were going to reach the $2k goal.
Slave lars needed to send $600 more to complete the $2K mega-drain. Shaking with excitement, his nervous system on fire with need, slave lars hit the button to send $400 and like a brainwashed zombie did it twice in quick succession. Within seconds these two last tributes of $400 hit my unblur account and brought the total drained to made the total to $2,200.
A hot sexual rush surged through my body and I ordered my slave to cum. On reading those words of command, his shoulders began to shudder, a low groan issued from his throat and his body convulsed as a thick stream of hot, white jism fountained from the head of his cock. I had never before seen so much animal satisfaction on slave lars’ face. It was definitely our hottest and most erotically charged session to date.
I urge you all to learn slave lars’ example. Through planning and perseverance, he overcame the obstacles his bank and payment systems put in the way of the mega-drain, and refused to give up. My humble moneyslave made the impossible possible and achieved his goal of tribute. This is a lesson to live your dream and never give up.
Once again slave lars proved that he is worthy of being in the harem of my humble slaves.
I have so many stories to tell about and so little time… Here is another story that is worthy of being in the record of my Findoms sessions.
From Sissy Slut to My Finfuck.
Michael has been serving me for five years. I turned him into a dirty pervert and a sissy slut. But we had never had Findom sessions. He was amazed how effortlessly I dominated my slaves financially but he said it wasn’t his thing.
On New Year’s Eve Michael was out with his friends. I sent him a picture of me dressed in a sexy lingerie set by Agent Provocateur and wished a Happy New Year. I knew the picture would make him desperately horny. You know the feeling of being teased but unable to touch yourself because you are not alone? I knew that was how he was feeling and it excited me. I also knew that priming Michael in this way meant that the next time he was online he would be desperately horny, weak, and powerless and I would be able to take advantage of him.
I got online and started draining my slaves in a series of New Years draining parties. Those who were fortunate enough to participate in my Christmas and New Year parties know how busy I was and how exciting it was to be drained in a group session. During my Christmas draining party a week earlier I had been thinking of Michael and planning on how I would use him.
By the time New Year’s Day began I was quite tired, the group draining sessions were a lot of fun but also very exhausting. I had a relaxing day, going to a spa, not doing much of anything else. My session with Michael was scheduled for that evening and as soon as he was back home, he rushed to text me to say he was ready to start.
I thought it would be a short session as I was sure Michael was also tired after his New Year’s celebrations the night before. I got online and connected with Michael. The session started as usual. I invited him to have a drink. We talked and I used him as a sissy slut. After five hours, Michael was very sleepy and starting to yawn. But then he suddenly asked: “Why are you so nice to me? Please use me hard as you do your other slaves! Intoxicate me and fuck my account hard!”
How could I say no to him? “Go get a bottle of whisky”, I commanded him. Michael hurried to get a bottle. Before we started I told him that this night he would be nothing but my finfuck, who I would break to pieces. I could see the excitement in my victim’s eyes. His head started to whirl, his blood began to seethe, his heart was beating violently. That night, for the first time Michael had put himself unconditionally at my mercy for good or ill.
“Fill your glass with whisky, finfuck”, I ordered him, “Drink up”.
I ordered Michael to drink one glass of whisky after another. Every sip of whisky was making Michael lose more and more control. After 4 glasses, Michael had completely lost control. He pleaded with me to access his computer and fuck his bank account. I ordered him to download Teamviewer and in a mere couple of minutes I was in.
My victim was trembling with equal parts fear and excitement. He had never gone this far before, he knew he was taking a big step toward complete and full submission. I sensed his weakness and I knew that my victim had lost any ability to resist and it kindled a flame of desire in me. It was the time to push him deeper and my next order was to provide me with his online banking login details. Michael was frightened, shaking like a schoolboy pinning a corsage on his first date, but he obeyed abjectly, like a proper slave. I logged in to his bank account and as I browsed, checking his savings and his personal information, Michael looked at his screen half-broken and drowning in the ecstasy of submission.
As I made the first transfer of 50 pounds he began to tremble even harder. I had never seen Michael so desperately horny, and I knew I had transformed yet another victim into a mindless submissive beast. Every 20-30 minutes I made transfers of different amounts, ranging from $100 to $150 (multiple transfers of the same amount would look suspicious to my prey’s bank and his bank account could have been blocked). Every payment I took from his account filled me with feelings of excitement, power, and self-satisfaction. Watching me take the money from his account made Michael intensely aroused and he started to masturbate compulsively. Every click I made of the send button in his account felt like a balls-deep thrust of my strap-on inside his ass. For hour after hour I was fucking my moneybitch hard with an animal hunger, savoring every payment I took.
The dawn was beginning to peer through my blinds. Michael was drunk, exhausted and being used hard like never before but he couldn’t stop himself from craving my ruthless fucking, and he begged for more. My hypnotic movements and words put Michael into a submissive trance – he had become a brainwashed zombie, nothing more than a human ATM.
After a session of 14 non-stop hours, Michael started to fade out of sheer exhaustion. He was weary, destroyed and unable to function. He had also been drained of $2900 in 14-hours. That night Michael was pushed by his desire across the line into Financial Domination.
The next morning he woke up and was horrified at what had happened the night before, but at the same time the intensity of the session was still fresh in his memory and I know he jerked off many times of thinking of it.
Since that transformative New Year’s session, we have had more draining sessions where Michael has spent from $700 to $1,000 per session. He has come close to entering that same state of mindless desire to be mercilessly drained again, but I think that the fear of going bankrupt has held him back.
He remains dangerously close to the edge of the abyss, however, and one of these days I am sure he will descend into those depths again. Those who fall under my spell know that there is no way back from Findom.