Triple Ruination
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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”.