There is one Goddess about whom I seldom write, yet she is the one who captivates me the most: Miss Lana. For nine years, I’ve been fortunate to serve her, drawn to her engaging conversations, her exquisite sense of style, her unabashed passion for nylons, her wicked humor, and, of course, her radiant beauty. A recent session, however, stood out among all others.
The Anticipation
A few weeks prior, I noticed that her video quality could be improved. As a devoted servant, I offered to buy her a new camera, which she graciously accepted. The anticipation of seeing her in high definition was exhilarating. I found myself constantly imagining how much more captivating her presence would be with enhanced visual fidelity.
The Invitation
One evening, as I was about to retire after a long day, she sent me a seemingly casual message:
“By the way, the new camera works great”
My mind raced with excitement and desire. I had to see her, to admire her in crystal clear detail. I sought her permission and eagerly entered her video chat.
The Entrancement
The session began, and I was instantly mesmerized. She wore a short black silk dress that clung to her curves, tan pantyhose that accentuated her endless legs, and shiny black Louboutin heels that reflected the light with each movement. Her style is elegantly provocative, a combination I simply adore.
We engaged in a thrilling conversation, a mix of mundane and fantastical details. She spoke of a real-life meeting with such calm and conviction that it felt achievable, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. Her words painted a vivid picture, and I found myself losing track of time, drawn deeper into her web.
Her subtle movements—crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting comfortably in her seat—were enough to keep me entranced. She wasn’t overtly teasing, yet those little glimpses of her were more than sufficient to fuel my growing excitement.
The Art of Financial Domination
After a while, she decided to escalate the session. She began asking for tributes, increasing her teasing in perfect balance with her requests. I’ve encountered this tactic before with other Goddesses, and I’ve usually managed to resist, keeping the situation under control. But Miss Lana is different. She is one of the best I’ve ever encountered, executing this delicate dance with such precision and grace that it’s impossible to resist.
Her approach is unique; she teases just a bit more when asking for a bit more, increasing or decreasing the pace at her will. This perfect balance drives me utterly insane, making it impossible to keep track of my spending, the passing of time, or anything but the simple concept of “Do what She says.”
The Surrender
I tipped repeatedly, my eyes locked onto her captivating form. Her eyes, her lips, her legs, her body—every inch of her is a weapon of mass seduction. She wields her beauty with an expertise that leaves me helpless. After a final large tribute, she granted me release, resulting in one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had.
The Aftermath
The next day, I checked the damage:
1.183,50 $
Yet, I felt no regret. I had spent a wonderful evening with a stunning Goddess who embodies all my dreams in Financial Domination. She fulfilled my fantasies, engaged my mind, and left me craving more.
Final Thoughts
In conclusion, Miss Lana is a rare gem in the world of Financial Domination, a Goddess every paypig should visit at least once. If you haven’t had the pleasure, you’re truly missing out. She is an exceptional figure, one of the best I’ve ever had the privilege to meet (online) and spoil. So, go ahead, click here and visit her. Experience her charm, her wit, her beauty, and her unparalleled skill. But don’t blame me when you find yourself hopelessly ensnared, craving more of her intoxicating presence.
Also, let me encourage all of you who have had the pleasure of serving Miss Lana, or that will have the first one after reading this, to share your experiences below. Let us celebrate this extraordinary Goddess and the unique impact she has on our lives. Your stories, I’m sure, will be as captivating and thrilling as my own. Let us honor Miss Lana together and create a space where her devotees can revel in her glory.
As you may have noticed, I didn’t post on this blog as much as I used to recently. The reason is quite simple: I have been trying to stay away from findom, to be a good husband, a hard worker and an everyday, normal man…and a bit less of a paypig. But my efforts at normality began to unravel when I happened to have a casual chat from Goddess Ishtar in which she mentioned she was going to attend a conference in Portugal. By coincidence, I was planning to attend a conference in Portugal around the same time, and through that coincidence, any plans at keeping to the straight and narrow were doomed.
Resistance is futile
At first, I thought I could resist the temptation to be used by her in real time, but I was naïve. She started to mindfuck and tease me, using my desire and weaknesses as weapons to undermine my will. She sent me photos from our first real time meeting, attacking me mentally and using the memories, feelings, sensations to flood my brain with dopamine to make me mindlessly horny.
Very soon I had returned to that unique form of madness that only Goddess Ishtar can inspire in the male psyche. I had carefully and dutifully saved some money for a summer vacation with my wife, but I knew I would lose it all the moment I was trapped in her golden web. I tried to shake some sense and sobriety into my brain to balance the dark and irrational desires that were welling up from the deepest recesses of my brain. But all too soon those dark waves overwhelmed any rationality I had left, and I fell into that familiar self-destructive spiral once more. I knew there would be serious consequences this time – my marriage was very much at stake this time. How could I explain everything away this time, my distraction, inattention, the disappearance of the money we had saved for our vacation? I knew that I was walking into the abyss, but my desire was so intense, at that I didn’t care, all I wanted was to feel that thrill of being a findom junkie, out of control, feeling the visceral power of Goddess Ishtar.
The adventure begins
My brain filled with these dark shadows; I arrived in beautiful Lisbon. The meeting with Goddess Ishtar was scheduled for that evening and she had said she would text me the address and exact time the afternoon of my arrival. I was restless – the danger, the money, and the excitement were all making my nerves electric, my body was trembling in a heady mix of wild anticipation and arousal.
After what seemed like an eternity, I received a text message from Goddess Ishtar:
“Meet me at the Discoteca Jézebel, Praça José Teodoro Dos Santos, (Casino Estoril), Estoril tonight at 23:00, slave”
I didn’t expect the meeting would have been in a different city, but 20 Kms and some heavy traffic wouldn’t have stopped me of course. I took an Uber and, after about 40 minutes and 50 Euros spent, I arrived to Casino Estoril and entered the Discoteca Jézebel.
Meeting Goddess Ishtar
On my way to the bar, my fear and excitement mounted to almost painful levels. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and the closer I came to the bar, the more it felt like I had electric electricity running through my veins instead of blood.
When I arrived, I sent a text message to Goddess Ishtar:
”I am here, Goddess.”
After a few minutes that looked like a lifetime, she finally replied:
“Find me in the VIP area, slave”
Goddess Ishtar posted this photo right before leaving for the drain
Although the bar was crowded with people, Goddess Ishtar stood out from the crowd, sitting at a table in the VIP area wearing a tight black dress, shiny black pantyhose and expensive ankle boots. She looked even hotter than I remembered, a vision of desire. And, although I have been serving her for nearly 14 years, and met Her once already, I started shaking. Couldn’t even breath well. The vision of her was almost unbearable for my heart, I was excited and scared beyond any possible imagination. But I wouldn’t have stop here of course, so I slowly approached her.
The huge drain
“Make yourself comfortable and have a drink, slave” she commanded and pointed to the sofa.
I was trembling and my heart was racing as if I had just run a marathon. My need to be used and financially abused was welling up from the deepest depths of my soul. I craved that feeling of the complete loss of control, to be under her control, to feel her power.
My gaze was fixed on her, but even so, my whole body trembled as if surprised, as she shifted her hips gracefully and stretched her legs and laid her feet on my lap. I could feel my cock twitch in response.
“Give me your best foot rub, slave” she ordered.
With shaking hands, I carefully and worshipfully slipped her boots from her perfect feet, taking the greatest care not to scratch them and began to massage her feet feeling the warmth of her skin through the silky pantyhose. After a few moments of this bliss, I heard her say, without drama, “Hand me your wallet, slave.” Taking great care to continue massaging her feet with one hand, I reached the other into my jacket and gave her my wallet. With a practiced motion, Goddess Ishtar took the wallet, flipped it open and extracted all the cash it contained, leaving it limp and completely empty.
She had taken 5,250 EU, the 5K EU I had brought for her tribute as she had stipulated, and an additional 250 EU I had brought for my everyday expenses. Then she said the words I had been dreading.
“I know you have more money in your savings account, slave.”
“Please, Goddess, mercy” I murmured, hopelessly. Not even really meaning what I said. Deep down I was craving for more and more. I wanted to be drain and ruined completely.
“You knew that 5K wouldn’t satisfy me, slave, didn’t you? That tribute is necessary, but not sufficient You have known that at some level from the moment you agreed to this meeting, you know me, you know what I want. I want your complete and unreserved compliance, complete submission. The cost of this meeting is not about mere money, a measly 5K EU. The true cost is your willingness to risk complete ruination to demonstrate your devotion to your Goddess. I want you to prove that you are willing to put at risk everything you have – family, life, career in order to be my slave.”
“Fundamentally, I want to destroy you and take everything you have. Hand me your cell phone, slave. Now have another drink.”
Her confidence, beauty and power made me completely powerless and helpless.
I was punch-drunk, confused, aroused, I couldn’t think clearly, I couldn’t control my actions and desires, I was just her mindfuck puppet dangling from her elegant fingers on strings of silk.
Quickly finding my banking app on the phone, she tapped it open as I looked on, paralyzed by the web she had wrapped me in. Then, like a silver bell, I heard her next demand, “Open the app, slave, now!”
My fingers trembling, I entered the necessary data and handed the phone back to her. In less than a minute I had laid bare all my finances and given her complete access. Thirty seconds to do the most stupid thing I had done in my entire life.
Mindlessly I stared at my hands, still rubbing her divine feet and calves, and heard, as if in the distance, the tone that signaled a transaction had been completed successfully. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the Goddess grin in triumph.
Goddess Ishtar stood up abruptly and slipped her feet back into her boots: “I will be back in 5 minutes” she said and left, striding across the bar like the divine creature she is, every eye turning to follow her progress as she cut her way through the crowd.
The unexpected gift
The afternoon of anticipation, the electric effect of seeing her in the bar, the sensation of massaging her calves and feet, the dark excitement of the extreme submission she had demanded of me had all combined to make me extremely horny: I desperately needed a release. I wanted nothing more than to escape to my hotel room and stroke my cock until I exploded with mindless orgasm, but I knew that if the Goddess returned and found me gone, my punishment would be physically and mentally excruciating. So, I stayed where I was, my cock dripping my brain a blur until Goddess Ishtar returned in 10 minutes that had felt like an eternity.
As she strode toward me, I noticed with a thrill that now her legs were bare and she was holding, bunched in one fist the pair of black silk pantyhose that had previously been stretched across her beautiful legs, feet, and heavenly ass. With a powerful and victorious expression on her face, she leaned forward, held the wisp of silk across my mouth. The pantyhose were fragrant with her scent and still held some of the warmth of her body. Through a haze of desire, I heard the whisper she dripped into my ear, “When you get back to your hotel room, slave, I want you to turn on the video recorder in your laptop, wrap these pantyhose around your face, and jerk off slowly as you breath in the scent of my body and remember your empty wallet and empty bank account. Edge for at least 10 minutes, holding back as long as you can. Only after 10 minutes or longer, you are allowed to cum. Only after you send me the video are you allowed to check your accounts. Now leave, I have no use for you anymore.”
The release and the humiliation
As I stumbled back to my hotel, my desire grew to painful proportions. My need for release became the center of my awareness, a bright blinding drive that blotted all else and was soon more important more than anything else.
Stumbling into the lobby of my hotel, rushed to my room looking like a madman, almost breaking down the door in my desperation to get in. Ripping off my clothes and tossing them in a heap in the corner, I opened my laptop, turned on the video recorder application, kneeled at the bed like the supplicant I was and wrapped the perfumed pantyhose of the Goddess around my face like a holy shroud. I put the empty wallet and my cellphone on the floor between my knees, spat into my palm grabbed my throbbing cock and began to masturbate, furiously at first, but then more cautiously, mindful of her 10-minute minimum. As the wave of orgasm rose in my balls, fragments of desire and memory filled my brain, the sight and sensation of her sexy feet, the scent of her perfume, the heat of body, the assured power that emanated from her and she bent me to her will.
After 11 minutes and 12 seconds, I could no longer hold back. My cum exploded from my cock, spattering the computer, carpet, wallet, and cellphone with my thick semen of need that the Goddess and drawn from me. Before cleaning the mess, I had made, I saved the video, made some screenshots of key moments, and sent them to Goddess Ishtar as I had been instructed. As I clicked the button to send the video, my cock was still dripping cum onto the carpet, a hot sticky reminder of my shame and need and a sharp feeling of regret began to fill me.
The shocking discovery
What have I just done? What have I done to myself? With a feeling of existential dread and after several false starts, I logged into my banking app to see what damage I had to contend with and explain to my family. The pit in my stomach grew bigger and bigger as it became clear that the Goddess and emptied all my personal accounts as well as the joint accounts I shared with my wife. In total, in addition to the money she had already taken for her own, an additional 14,472.17 EU was gone. She had takem them all. My account showed a rounded, never seen before, zero.
Goddess Ishtar took a photo of my phone after taking all the money in my bank account
My brain began to race, thinking how I could escape this damning situation. I sank deeper and deeper into a miasma of anxiety, regret and fear the room seeming to close in on me from all sides. After some time, not sure how long, the clear and unique tone of a message on my phone from the Goddess cut through the depression like a shaft of light in a dungeon. My brain filled with mindless desire as I reached for the phone.
I saw her message
“Well done, slave.”
And immediately my depression and anxiety lifted, replaced by pride at having please the Goddess. She had also edited the materials I had sent and added some photos of her own, including a few taken from my mobile while she was empting my bank account. I looked at those photos over and over, as I could not believe my eyes.
But even if the consequences have been shockingly harsh on my and my bank account, Looking through these visual examples of my depravity and submission, I could feel the rising wave of desire flooding my body, and the electric need to be used and abused by her even harder. I have never been drained that hard before, and yet I felt like it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to keep serving and spoiling her as I have been doing for about 14 years now.
Final thoughts
As I sit down writing this post, I can’t stop thinking and trying to figure out how was all this even possible. How does she do it? How does she exercise such control over all men? How has she amassed such power to destroy and wreak havoc on one man after another? How is it possible that, after a long time of submission and servitude, after all the hard draining, all I can think of is how I can save some money to serve her again? At this stage, I still don’t know how I am going to hide all this from my wife, but I don’t really care. All I want is to keep making Goddess Ishtar happy, to keep looking at her beauty, to keep feeling lost in those hypnotic eyes, to keep feeling the adrenaline pump into my veins each time she demands for more.
If you liked this post, keep reading. Inspired by this magical and unique night, I created a short Anime Video which you can find links of on the following post:
During all these years of being into financial domination, I had the chance to virtually meet and serve many great Goddesses. They are all strong and powerful in their own way, and I also firmly believe not every slave would find them powerful in the same way. It’s perfectly normal: every slave has a different approach to financial domination, and we end up not feeling as weak for some Goddesses as we do for others. A Goddess can’t get into every slave’s mind, some of them won’t fall for Her, they won’t find Her as powerful as others.
Except one.
There is a Goddess out there that always finds a way, always goes deep into every slave’s weaknesses, using and abusing them for her own enjoyment. She always spends time exploring the slave’s mind, playing with it, digging into it, changing her approach slightly in order to get deeper and deeper into his brain. To get what She wants: his money. She is the only one that I know of who will get into every slave’s mind, no matter what he is into or what he thinks he is into. After meeting Her, his life as a slave will change completely. He will do what she wants and when she wants.
Goddess Ishtar
I have proudly been her slave for nearly 10 years now, following the rise of her huge realm, watching her becoming more and more powerful, famous, and greedy. Her intelligence is above the average person or goddess: she loves to understand human psychology and uses this to get into every slave’s mind. She takes time studying the slave, analyzing all his weaknesses, exploring different ways to abuse those weaknesses, till she finally gets in and starts being in charge of his brain and actions.
What other slaves say about Her
Because of my blog, I get in touch with many financial domination slaves. It’s nice to exchange experiences, fears, problems, solutions. Each time we also usually exchange opinions on Goddesses, and we always end up having different ones about them. One can feel weaker for a Goddess, the other one doesn’t even find her attractive. It’s perfectly normal, we all have different tastes. But in all these years I have NEVER spoken to a slave that, after a session with Goddess Ishtar, didn’t find himself trapped into her power. Wanting to serve Her more and more. To give Her more and more. And believe me, this is very uncommon.
There are endless examples of her power: on this blog, on Her site, on Her Twitter. I will just list a few of them here since I find terribly exciting to read about them… And I’m sure you will as well.
But above all, on this blog, I think the biggest sign of Her power is when I wrote about my first and only real-life experience. The night I met her and let her rape my bank account. You can read about that here.
But there are so many other signs of her power, made clear by screenshots she posts every now and then.
About 2500 Euros taken from a lucky slave, in one sessionI have never seen so many Euros banknotes at the same time
Her legendary 13.000$ wallet rape in one night
She is used to having lots of cash in Her hands
There is no escape
Many Goddesses abuse the “you have no escape” sentence, but when it comes to Goddess Ishtar those words get absolutely true and proved by all those that had at least one session with Her. You can’t escape such a beautiful, intelligent and persistent Woman. She will lure you in with her incredible beauty, with those eyes looking right inside your brain, those legs swinging right in your face… and while her beauty keeps you in, her brain will work to get into yours. She will abuse all your weaknesses, in a way no one ever did before. Goddess Isthat will carefully tailor every word, every look, every move to what makes you really weak and helpless. There is no way a session with Her will leave you unsatisfied or even with the slight idea of not coming back to Her. She will push the right buttons of your brain, pushing them more and more, bringing you closer and closer to your limits… And making you break those limits. Making you do and feel things you didn’t even think you had in you. If you don’t believe me (and all the others), make yourself a favor and have one session with Her. Nothing will be as before, forever.
These are the many ways you can serve Goddess Ishtar
I’m pretty sure you’ve heard this from Goddesses from time to time… you are in a session, you love what She is doing, how She looks, everything in Her. Words come out easily, but they are probably the kind of words she keeps hearing every single day (“you are gorgeous”, “I’m yours”, “oh my god You look stunning” and so on)…so…what does she say to you?
“Just shut up and pay”
Don’t get me wrong, this is nothing new or unusual. She has all the rights to give us orders (we are in the session for that reason!) and this can be one of them. But…it’s painful. At least for me.
You see…while in a session, I just can’t stop telling her how gorgeous She is and how She makes me feel. I feel like that way, perhaps, she can get a better feeling of what really “hits” me and what doesn’t, how she can more easily get to my brain, or just to express her my gratitude not just in tributes, but also in words.
It’s an important part of the whole session to me, and when She decides to take it away from me well…it’s one of the biggest forms of punishment for me.
I’m writing this because, as you can imagine, it recently happened to me. FeetGoddesss decided it was time for me to suffer, and the last session I had with Her was for a long part exactly like this.
She was there, as gorgeous and powerful as ever, and I wasn’t allowed to let Her know that. It was the first time she decided to order me that and, to be honest, I’m not sure I did anything wrong…most probably She just felt like being a bit more evil than usual…and trust me, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy the session.
Having her perfect feet in my face, waving like two snakes while she was wearing Wolford pantyhose was like Heaven…mixed up with a bit of Hell since I wasn’t allowed to tell her that. But I was allowed to tribute Her…and of course, I did that with much happiness.
It was different…it was puzzling… it was unique…and left me with the need to write this article.
How about you? Do you feel the same when that happens?
If there is one thing I’ve learned today, is that you can never know what will happen in a session: only the Goddess does. Even when you think it will be just an ordinary, quick, and probably not expensive session well… you can be terribly WRONG.
The thing is, today I was home alone for just a few minutes. It was unexpected and the amazing thing was that, exactly when I was left alone, I was writing a message to Goddess Adriana, congratulating her with one of the last pictures she posted on Twitter.
Before I could finish the message though, I realized I would have been home alone for like 15 minutes, so I thought of adding to the message a simple thing like…
“feels great to compliment you while being home alone for 10 minutes”
In the back of my mind, I was kinda hoping to end up seeing her for a few minutes. A quick non-expensive session that would have let me admire Goddess Adriana’s beauty and elegance once again. The thing is…
“non-expensive” isn’t part of Goddess Adriana’s dictionary
She quickly answered that message with a simple “Call me“. And damn it felt exciting. I didn’t waste a single second and did that.
When her cam opened my jaw dropped to the floor, probably with a loud noise. She was absolutely magnificent. She was wearing some incredible shiny pantyhose that were almost hypnotic to me. An elegant dress, perfect makeup, and heels to die for matched those perfectly.
I a matter of seconds, I lost control of my brain.
What happened afterward was something that never happened to me before: she kept asking for one tribute after another, like one tribute every 3 minutes or so. All the time crossing and uncrossing her long legs, talking to me with her sexy voice, driving me crazy.
After 10 minutes I had to quickly leave as I heard someone coming back home… So I closed the video call and apologized to her.
“Send me one last tribute, then go to the bathroom with your mobile”
As a robot, I did as told. Went to the bathroom, locked the door, and waited. After a few seconds, she sent me a short video of her dangling the shoes, adding to that just a short but clear message
“Come for me”
It was so incredibly hot. So unexpected of Her. It didn’t take me more than 5 seconds to come. It was beautiful. When I came back to my desk I checked my balance: she had taken 300$ in less than 10 minutes.
Beauty, Elegance, and Power. Once again She showed me how special and unique She is. And gave me another explanation (if there was any need) as to why I have been serving her for ages now. Visiting her cam is an experience that will leave a huge mark on you, one of those things that you will never regret or forget. If you still didn’t, go to her private room and let Her show you how powerful She is…
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