From Sissy Slut to My Finfuck.
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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.