Lose yourself, Slide into the abyss.

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SM has been serving me on and off for a while. Usually, I drain him by making him tip for every message that he sends me on LF.

He loves being my findom bitch and every tip he sends makes his cock twitch. In one of our recent chats, he mentioned that he wanted to do an extreme findom session with me and said he would send me $1K as proof of his sincerity. He had been talking about it for years but never spent more than $300 in one session. But I sensed that his day of reckoning was drawing near. It always does, there are no exceptions.

He must have been thinking about it a lot because soon after, while he was at work, he sent me a message, saying he couldn’t focus on work (I bet that sounds familiar to all of you).  One message after another, one tip after another and the bitch was out of control, I made him send me everything he had in his balance, but then he got cold feet thinking how this might end and asked me to dismiss him.

Usually, a drain like that would be enough to feed his addiction to findom and he would be able to stay away from me for a while, but this time he needed more than one small drain, he needed something more extreme. Another step on the path!!

The next day he was in his office again and sent me a message, we began the game of cat and mouse again. I drained him slowly for hours (simultaneously draining a lot of other slaves, of course), making him send tips for every message every interaction.  It was death by a thousand small cuts, and each tip seemed increase his need. Toward the end of his workday, his self-control cracked and SM said he wanted to do that extreme findom session we had been talking about for a while and to take the next step in being owned by me, to do a TeamViewer session when he got home.

When he got home, he waited until his gf went out and then said he was ready to start. I told him to load $1,000 into his LF account and to call me once he had done that.  Initially we had some technical difficulties, but after a few minutes they were fixed, and I ordered SM to send me his Teamviewer id and password.

The moment I gave him that order, the bitch vanished, but a few minutes later he sent me a message to apologize for leaving the videochat abruptly and said his gf had returned home without warning. I think that was bullshit.  I think he just got scared to take that next step and give me free access to his computer.  He has read my stories; he knows what I am capable of. He knows that once I get in, it would take me no more than a few minutes to take control of his computer, ransack the contents to my heart’s content and find the kind of information that gives me leverage. He knows my drive for full control, and the idea excited him and scares the shit out of him.  Like so many of you he was balanced on the razor-sharp edge of desire and fear.

Frankly, I don’t really care what emotions were chasing around his slutty brain.  I could see that he had loaded his LF account with $1K per my instructions, and so far, as I was concerned that was MY $1K and should be in MY account ASAP. Initially, when he returned, I did not pressure him to connect with TeamViewer of give me computer access.  I could sense he was skittish and did not want to drive away the prey In fact, I thought I would have to drain the main prize slowly over time in order not to spook him again, but the bitch decided to take the plunge and asked me if he should send it all in one tip. Of course, I said yes.

Considering his behavior, you would be forgiven for wondering why he sent it all, that he just should have run away. But SM was making the transition to the deeper understanding that every true findom addict comes to eventually, that once I have my hook in you, you can’t escape.  He realized that his need would always bring him back to my feet, and that the more times he tried to escape that reality, the more it would cost him in the long run.   Knowing that meant I could afford to be patient.

A minute later, the money was in my account, but that wasn’t enough, I wanted more, I wanted to exert full control to set my hooks into him even deeper, so I went back to the strategy of a hundred cuts. Over the next two days after the initial tribute was sent, I took multiple payments from him until he had made me richer by more than $1,500 (and him poorer by more than that, since I include the VAT that he pays to load the funds). I had rinsed him dry for the moment, so I allowed him to send me messages for free toward the end of that time, keeping him in my web, with some illusion of free will.

Before we ended the marathon, I started to talk to him again about taking the next step into the abyss, about how good it would feel for him to give me more control to give me access to his computer or phone, but the bitch was so scared – he feared me and he feared the extent that his deepest desires had grown to – that now he didn’t want to be just my money bitch, he also wanted to be my blackmail bitch. I sensed the fear and excitement from him when we talked about blackmail. He told me his real name and where he lived, but caught himself, realizing how far he had gone and full of terror at how far more he could fall.  Finally, he asked me to dismiss him again, slipping my hooks, losing only a bit more than $1,500. But I can smell the fear, I can smell the blood.  However, I am nothing if not patient when I hunt – as the saying goes- slowly slowly, catch the monkey. Someday soon his final reckoning with come and he gain his deepest desire at the same time he loses his freedom, his will, his money, and his gf.