UPDATE: Mistress Sandra asked me to clarify that this post refers to an old session i had with her (roughly in June) and that She wasn’t online at the time of my writing here. She’s back these days…and i’m going to probably fall again…
One Great Diva let me free for a while…but that doesn’t mean i’m safe. I’m a slave inside, and i crave to be dominated and…ruined using my fetishes. There’s no way i can deny that, and it will always be there.
That’s what happened the other night, the first “free” night. I was…feeling a slave. I needed to find a Mistress…needed to feed my Financial Domination fetish… and that’s when i entered Mistress Sandra’s videochat.
She welcomed me with a smile, almost a shy one i would say…that made me feel safer and relaxed…big mistake. As the minutes passed, she used more and more my weaknesses: stockings, shoeplay, high heels…credit card rubbed all over her…. and that was it: i was at her mercy….and she had no mercy at all.
She raped my wallet the same if not more as One Great Diva uses to do….and she made me promise to get back to her… i will try to stay away…but…it will be hard…
Article originally posted on April 18th, 2011
It seems it was silly for me to even think Financial Domination could have been over… She brought me back into it with a…”virtual slap” i could say.
One Great Diva caught me online the other night… at first i was acting strong, well i was actually sure to be strong enough..but her attitude, her beauty, her power…made me fall all over again into Financial Domination.
She got 300$ in half an hour…and more via tributes… it’s like nothing has changed since she first made me a money slave, more than one year ago. I was so sure to be over it, to be able to control it…and then…here i am… made a money slave again by the one that brought me into Financial Domination at first: One Great Diva.
Looks like tonight i managed to resist Miss Olivia request to pay…but now i wander…was it me that resisted, or did She just let me, perhaps because She couldn’t be bothered to try harder? I don’t know…all i know is that She was dressed to kill (as you can see) and that i was really in some sort of hypnosis but… i managed to say “no”.
Am i really coming out of this? I doubt it… i think She just didn’t want to waste lots of time…or maybe She just wants to see how long it will take me to try to see Her again…and probably when i’ll do…she’ll strike. I don’t know…i keep having doubts, even when things goes right like tonight…i’m confused.
Last night i’ve experienced for the first time how a voice can really be hypnotic. Went to see Miss Olivia…and this time she probably decided to show me how she is ALWAYS in charge and in control of the situation, how she could turn myself upside down in a matter of seconds.
She started talking to me with a tonce of voice she never used before…and i swear i really felt like i was hypnotised… listening to her voice while looking at her dangling a shoe from her perfect legs in suntan pantyhose was….something i never experienced before…
If needed, i have another proof of how much she is the one that can decide what i do or what i don’t do in her presence…
Scared? No… i’m… amazed.
It’s always Her, Sheena. She’s the most dangerous of all the mistresses that are hitting me…she’s always online when i’m feeling weak, and she seems to have this sort of special power to always know what to show and how to show it in order to make me pay…and pay…and pay…
This time she made something that she never did before: she showed me lots of different kind of shoes, always modelling them and dangling them in front of me. That was almost hypnotic for me…i couldn’t resist…and when she ordered me to pay… i just did…as a robot…
I’ve always thought this of course… but sometimes things get to your mind stronger than other times. And tonight is one of those times.
As everytime i have some privacy (meaning, my wife is asleep), i’m browsing through picture galleries of all these wonderful women online. Sometimes i see a shoe dangling for the top of a toe, other times just a pair of beautiful legs crossed while dressed in a formal way… but all these photos have one thing in common: women are Goddesses. They are here to be worshipped and served.
My fight against my moneyslavery doesn’t have anything to do with this. I’m just trying to save money and avoid getting completely raped by one of those Goddesses. But even if i’m trying to protect myself, that doesn’t change the fact that women are Goddesses.
Every man should worship a Goddess (or more than one), because that’s what we were born for.