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The PayPig Chronicles – Episode 2: “Back after 8 years”

The PayPig Chronicles – Episode 2: “Back after 8 years”

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Introduction

I started this series of posts talking about a session I didn’t enjoy much, this time it will be different. It will be about a session that brought me back in time, making me remember how gorgeous She was, and making appreciate once more the beautiful Woman she is. [click here to read the other episodes]

Episode 2 – Back after 8 years

One of the consequences of these online-only relationships we have with Goddesses is that, of course, they can end from one day to another, without any form of warning. Since we usually know only the “online version” of our Goddesses, ignoring everything connected to their private life, as soon as they decide to stop pursuing this career, they disappear from our lives. Forever. Sad perhaps, but that’s how it is. And there is nothing wrong with it.

That is exactly what I thought happened to one particular Goddess, a gorgeous, elegant, blonde with a quite evident passion for nylons and pantyhose. I used to visit Her quite often for a few years, mesmerized by her elegance, her dangling of those heels, her sweet but evil smile, her small but erotic moves. I always ended up having a great time with Her, dropping my jaw more or less every time I saw her. 

She was a rare gem: always dressed in an elegant way, more or less each time dressed in a different way, always in nylons. Perhaps the three most exciting things a Goddess can have in my opinion.

Then, from one day to another, she disappeared. She didn’t log anymore into her account, leaving me with no option other than moving on.

But a few weeks ago, the unexpected happened.

I was browsing the online models, as I often do, looking for a “fix” when…I saw she was online. It has been 8 years since the last time I had a session with her: I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I looked at her photos and recognized her in a matter of seconds. Sure she looked a bit different (we all change in 8 years!), but her beauty, her style, and her elegance, were all still there. Exactly as I remembered.

Little problem: I now had a different nickname on that site. What to do? I wouldn’t dare to be as bold as pretend she remembers me: in the end, I’m pretty sure I was just one of the many slaves she had…and so many years passed by…

So I decided to get in, don’t say who I was, and pretend it was my first session with Her. 

The session was amazing. Her beauty and elegance got me in trouble in a matter of minutes, her attitude was as I remember. She was calm, relaxed, even nice at times…but with a quite specific goal in mind: make me submit to Her. Which of course happened. It was a great session, and that night I went to bed quite happy: she was back.

And if that wasn’t enough, an even bigger surprise was coming…

A few days later, I went back to her hoping for a session. I entered her free chat, and asked if she was available. I didn’t get an answer so, after a few minutes, I left. Probably she was busy or something, it happens. 

A few minutes passed, and I got a message on Whatsapp:

Hi, do you still have this number? You messaged me a few minutes ago

Boy, I was shocked (in a very positive way)! Not only did she remember who I was, but she also recognized me even under a different nickname! A big smile came up to my face, while I told her how incredible all this was.

She told me she recognized my style during our first session but pretended she didn’t. So we basically played the same “game” during that session…how amazing that is!? She also added that, from time to time, she kept reading my blog during all this time.

Of course, I didn’t ask her why she wasn’t online for so long (and never will ask): that’s none of my business. That night we of course had another session, and more in the next days and weeks… She is back, and I couldn’t be happier.

So, who is this Goddess?

I promised myself to don’t say names or put links in this series of articles, but since I am speaking nothing else but positively of Her, I guess it won’t harm to tell you who is she: click here and see her online. As usual, be careful..you know the danger…

The PayPig Chronicles – Episode 1: “Too bad she started talking”

The PayPig Chronicles – Episode 1: “Too bad she started talking”

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Introduction

I had my first financial domination session online back in 2009 and, during all this time, I have been enjoying (or not) a TON of sessions (more than 1.500 when I wrote about it on my 10 years anniversary, back in 2019): good and bad, awesome and horrible, expensive and cheap.
In this series of posts, I will describe some of those sessions. Each time I will talk about a different one and, most of the time, I won’t tell you the name of the model involved. Why? Because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings: I want to be able to describe freely what happened, with no “filters” whatsoever. It will be an interesting journey, trust me…

Episode 1 – Too bad she started talking

I have been watching her on PayPig.cam for quite a while in her free videos, fascinated by her look and style. She is the classic blonde bombshell: huge boobs (not sure they are natural, don’t know and don’t care), big lips in which I’m sure she invested some money, blonde long curly hair, always perfectly dressed and, always perfect makeup.

Clearly, she works in one of those big-end studios, which take care of everything for Her. To be honest, this doesn’t usually bother me that much as long as she is naturally dominant and knows what she is doing, I don’t really care much where she learned that from.

Another thing that caught my attention, is that I had seen her a few times wearing expensive pantyhose. Women wearing pantyhose always have a “plus” on my weaknesses, and the way she was dressed a couple of times made me start fantasizing. I had noticed she never used her voice in free videochat, and I thought it was fine. Better don’t use your voice than show off bad English, right?

One night, when I saw She was wearing pantyhose, I decided to move forward and contact Her. Her answer was right on spot, she looked confident and dominant, the few first answers were those I would have expected from someone who knows about Findom, domination and, pantyhose fetish. Nothing too original of course, but all perfect to build up my excitement. 

So we started the session, and She was exactly what I thought: a bomb. Damn sexy, elegant, dominant. Perfect moves, perfect teasing, perfect outfit. Nothing was wrong in the session, all was going super great and I was feeling like She might have been one I would have been addicted to for a while.

Then she decided to start talking.

The effect her voice and her English language had on me was more or less the same effect a pin has on a fully blown balloon. If everything on her look was right on spot, everything about her voice was painful, to say the least.

A super bad English (which is ALWAYS a huge turnoff for me), combined with a tone of voice as sexy as the one of a goose angry at you because you are passing by her house. 

To be honest, I don’t know how it is even possible to write in somehow correct English and have the worst English EVER when talking. Does your brain disconnect when you open your mouth? Do your fingers follow different directions than your lips? And before you say it, it wasn’t one of the classic situations where someone else is typing instead of her (which happens a lot in those studios), I can spot that from a hundred meters. Her English was BAD, the tone of her voice was IRRITATING. What could I do?

Telling her to stop talking looked way too offensive, and the least I want to do is be nasty to a Woman. So I had just two more options: end the session and be left with blue-balls, or keep going and focus more on her look than her voice. 

I opted for the second since she was really HOT and she was doing a great job at teasing me. 

And, to be honest, I’m quite proud of it all ended: I managed to have a quite satisfying session and went to bed happy, with empty balls and…well… a quite empty wallet too. Which, for a PayPig, is always a sign of a good session. 

Did I visit her again? You bet I did, she is way too hot not to. But for sure she never will be one of those I feel addicted to or one of those I feel like losing control with during the session: even just the thought of her voice will always be a “wake up call” for my brain. You know… like “Hey, wtf are you doing man? Stop acting weak and vulnerable: wank and stop this session, remember that she sounds like a goose!“