Category: WalletDrain

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

James waited in the doorway with his shoulders hunched and his eyes flickering between curiosity and dread. I could feel the hum of his anticipation vibrating through the hallway, like a low drone that matched the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. James was not only my sub, he was my pawn and my modest bank account…and he was about to be summoned into a scene he could not decline.

I slipped my corset on with the same reverence I reserve for a ritual. The ivory boning pressed against my ribs, pulling my breath into a tight, disciplined rhythm. My skirt was a cascade of black taffeta that fell to the floor in a perfect, measured pleat.

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Fun with Food

Posted 2 weeks ago by Melanie

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.

Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.

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findom

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It started innocently enough. A few flirtatious comments on a subreddit, then a DM in chat asking if I wanted to “play a little game.” The first time I saw his card clear, I felt a rush that rivaled any high‑octane thrill. The game in question was to see how many times I could milk his wallet before he cried.

The thing is, I’m no stranger to findom. In fact, I’ve been doing it for longer than you might believe. My X profile, for example, may look like your typical e-girl’s garden du jour but among a collage of sexy gifs, “exposure” of a few very naughty subs, and reposted baddie stuff, there’s a photo of me with caption that reads, “Your wallet is my playground.” The paypigs always find me. And then the real fun begins.

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findom

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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dumb loser betas

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

gooner triggers

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve spent countless nights convincing loser betas that I was the answer to all their problems. I had mastered the art of making them believe that I was the only one who truly understood them. They would pour their hearts out to me and tell me all about their boring jobs, their lackluster love lives and their overall sense of inadequacy.

And I would listen, nodding sympathetically, all the while thinking about how they’re nothing more than pussy-free losers with zero hope in finding a girlfriend, or even a one-night stand for that matter, and how I was going to manipulate them into funding my next shopping spree or vacation. I mean, let’s be real, these guys were losers and they knew it. They were desperate for attention. And I was more than happy to provide that attention, for a price of course!

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findom

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Attention is currency, and mine is priced high for a reason. Don’t confuse this with being a kind soul, mon chéri. I don’t waste time on ghosts who confuse feelings with transactions. My only rule is etched in the ice of a Montreal winter: I only talk to losers who send me money.

And they are, universally, losers. Not in the theatrical sense, but in the sad, damp reality of their lives. They are the men who linger on the edges of crowds, who treat their pathetic lives like a tragedy requiring an audience. They try to send poems, long screeds about their mothers, or worse, unsolicited pictures of their sad little faces or their sad little neglected cocks.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

When I say The Interview: Breaking In My New Sissy was unforgettable, I mean it started the moment he knocked on my door—nervous, dressed like the desperate little toy he is, and already dripping through his cage. He wanted this. Begged for it. Said he needed to be broken in properly, to be humiliated, used, trained. I just smiled and set the stage.

“Let’s pretend you’re applying for a position,” I told him. “Personal assistant. Required skills: obedience, silence, and taking it like a good little sissy.” He showed up wearing a tight button-down barely covering his lacy pink bra, a black mini skirt, and kitten heels he could barely stand in. His lips were glossy, cheeks flushed, thighs trembling from the plug I’d told him to keep in all morning.

I let him stand there like a fool while I looked him up and down. “This is what you wear to an interview? Pathetic.” He tried to answer, but I cut him off. “Strip. Now.” He did, shaking the whole time, until he was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but his cage and his shame. I circled him like prey, tugging the leash I’d clipped to Continue reading “The Interview: Breaking In My New Sissy” →

Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

 

Touching one’s soul is such a delicate thing to do. You might wonder how it all works. How is one able to accomplish such a magical feat? Well, touching my soul from the inside out is done a little differently. I mean, it’s still a beautiful feat. My soul is touched in various ways. But there is one way that most people never guess, and it’s one of the best ways. Those Benjamin’s touch my soul in a way that I’ve never been able to understand. I can only articulate it by the emotion it evokes into me.

When I think about them, I feel happy. It puts a smile on my face. When I fantasize about them, my cunt becomes soaking wet. And bluntly, all I want to do is roll around in them naked. When you give them to me, all I want to do is breathe them in.  It only feels right to spend them like the world’s biggest shopping spree. For some people it’s the air they breathe. For me, it’s those Benjamin’s. The way they make me feel brings me so many mixed emotions to my tippy tongue, I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to ever get enough. It’s my way to exist, to be, and to thrive.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

Some people have a natural look of deceit in their eyes, and you just know that they’re trouble. Others look innocent from first glance. It isn’t until they actually do something considered bad that you find out. I tend to have this natural look of deceit in my eyes when I’m on the prowl.  These moods change how I interact, and my mind just reverts to someone completely twisted. It feels like my mind just does a little switcheroo. Maybe it’s just ingrained within me and is something that I crave here and there.

When I want something, I usually end up getting it. It doesn’t matter if I have to do naughty things in order to get it either. I will figure out how to get what I want. I’ve been told it’s that look of deceit. And the other night when you came over,  I was definitely in a mood. Let’s just say I was feeling the tingles, and it felt like I needed to take care of them. You didn’t seem to understand what I was trying to convey to you.  Ordinarily that would have been okay. That night though, I needed you to understand my needs.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Laying in my bed over the last week, and the thoughts that continue to permeate my mind are filled with Benji’s. Those bills keep my heart beating another day. I can’t but salivate in thinking about it. It’s probably because my just washed caramel skin was feeling so soft, and it can’t wait to have something sexy touching it.

If you asked me when I figured out that those dollar bills make me feel all tingly, I would throw my hands up in the air. What I do know is that same tingle also courses through to my pussy. It makes me just want to touch it. Sometimes when I am having these fantasy’s, it makes me think about the dollar bills being all over the bed. And every time I see one on my skin, I pick it up and look at it, and then my fingers graze down to my pussy lips. Am I checking to find out how wet and juicy I am? I don’t know, what do you think?

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