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The 20,000 Euros Findom Lie: How Close Did I Come to Getting Caught?

The 20,000 Euros Findom Lie: How Close Did I Come to Getting Caught?

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One of the biggest challenges faced by married financial domination slaves is keeping all the expenses hidden from your beloved partner. Usually, I do a good job in setting aside a special budget (with a specific source of income) to Findom and, that way, I’m never worried about my wife finding out about my expenses. What I’m most worried about is avoiding being caught in the act, if you know what I mean.

But what happened in Portugal with Goddess Ishtar goes beyond anything I have ever faced: how do you hide the loss of about 20,000 Euros? And how do you recover from the loss of the summer vacation money?

The days after that magical night (I still truly believe it was magical, and I’m super happy it happened) I constantly focused on one thing only: recovering as quickly as possible a good part of that money, and build up an explanation in case my wife would ever find out. I had to solve both problems pretty quickly, unless I wanted to risk ruining my marriage forever: how could I do that? Where could I find all that money so quickly? How could I build a believable story to tell my wife? I had to come with a plan, and do it quickly: so I decided to fully focus on one problem at a time.

Without TRUST, there is no escape

Before getting into details on how I solved the whole situation, let me make an important premise: trust is what greatly helped me to get away with this. You see, I’ve been happily married for a long time now and, believe it or not, I always made sure my beloved ones were my top priority. I’ve always taken super care of my wife, always made sure she felt happy, loved, protected and, yes, spoiled too. The way I always acted, made her trust in me grow day after day and now, this trust, is what saved me from a disaster.

I’m saying this because I’m pretty sure that some readers could end up thinking she is either naive, or that I am simply making up a story. None of that is true: with the right trust, things like this ARE possible. But it is not easy to build a relationship like we have, and I know many guys that can’t even get close to what me and my wife share.

Recovering the money

The first idea I had to come up with, was how to recover the money that got drained from my bank account: about 14,000 Euros. The rest, the cash I gave Goddess Ishtar in person, was already covered by some budget savings: I wasn’t really worried about those 5,000 Euros.

I was starting to get overwhelmed by all these thoughts, so I decided to take small steps towards the solution and write all those small steps down. The very first I came up with, was creating a list of people that could lend me some money: I included only those that I knew could come up with at least one thousand Euros, obviously with the promise of paying them back with interest.
For my job, I get in touch with people from all over the world and, luckily, some of them can easily handle this sort of amount of cash: the list I came up with was of 12 names, not that much considering they would have had to lend me more than 1,000 Euros each, but I had to start somewhere.

I think I made like 30 phone calls, back and forth from those people but, after 12 long hours of constant negotiation, I started seeing the light: 5 of those people would have been enough to cover the whole 14,000 Euros, and they were ready to send the money as soon as I was going to give them the payment info. I also took one extra precaution: they would have sent the money to an offshore account I rarely use, one I created a while ago to easily exchange cryptos. That way, I would have only needed to make one transaction from that account to mine: it’s easier to hide one transaction instead of five of them.

In 2 days I had all the 14,000 Euros back into my bank account. And yes, I knew that meant contracting a huge debt with those 5 people (obviously, the interests they wanted were quite high), but at least the immediate danger was almost gone. But how could I cover those movements, and what story could I build in order to explain the situation to my wife (in case she ever found out)?

Covering the tracks

Thanks to the trust I wrote about before, I knew my wife is not the one that constantly checks our bank account. She knows I’m the one mostly taking care of it, and she totally trusts me. But I couldn’t take any risks and just leave those transactions there: I had to bury them somehow.

The easiest way was to make a lot of small transactions, so that those big ones would have been further down in the list, and so less easy to spot. I remembered that our Bank app only shows the latest 30 transactions, so I started using my debit card on pretty small stuff like newspapers, coffee, ice-cream, whatever I could come up with while walking in the streets of Lisbon. In a couple of hours, I managed to make about 35 transactions, for a total spending of 150 Euros. If someone opened my bank app now, the amount shown would have been roughly the same as before, and those two huge transactions would have not been so noticeable.

It was, though, stressful and exhausting, but it seemed I made it: I was “that” close to be safe. The only thing left was to create a plausible story for my wife, hoping anyway that I would have never needed it.

The plausible story

How could I explain 14,000 Euros getting away from our bank account, and then come back a few days later? Who was that company I’ve sent 14,000 Euros to? Why did they come back from an offshore account under my name?

As it often happens, they way to make an absurd story a bit more plausible, is to play the part of the victim, especially if the executioner is the boss of the company you work for, a guy you always hated and that your wife knows always made your life at work difficult (to say the least).

The story (which I hope I’ll never have to tell her anyway) was similar to something that already happened in the past with this guy: him asking me to do some shady stuff, in order to keep my job. It happened a couple of times in the past, but those times it involved only small things like sending a certain parcel from the post office, or sending a wire transfer of a few hundred euros to a certain company. No big deal really.

Sure, you can see where this is going. My awful boss called me in Lisbon, fuming and agitated. He demanded I transfer 14,000 Euros to a company he owed money to, promising to pay me back the next day from his personal account. Feeling ashamed of the situation, I did it. That’s why I haven’t told my wife about it – hopefully, I never will.

Lessons Learned: Trust, Boundaries, and the Power of Findom

To summarize the lessons I learned, financial domination can be incredibly exciting, but it demands extremely careful handling.
Building trust with your partner is key to enjoying financial domination while preserving your relationship. Remember, your real life and financial stability must always come first.
Maintain separate budgets to avoid jeopardizing your and your loved ones’ well-being. Always prioritize them in your thoughts, actions, and behavior. Financial domination can be a part of your life, but don’t expect it to disappear if you want lasting happiness.
Finally, encounters with powerful Dominants like Goddess Ishtar can be unforgettable — a thrilling mix of empowerment and submission — but also incredibly dangerous, with significant real-life consequences.

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Beyond Control: My Surrender to Goddess Ishtar in Portugal

Beyond Control: My Surrender to Goddess Ishtar in Portugal

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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 dressed to perfection, ready to drain YourMoneySlave
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.

My foot massage to Goddess Ishtar during our Findom Cashmeet
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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.

Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - She takes all the money from my wallet

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!”

Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - opening my phone bank app
Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - massaging her feet in pantyhose while giving her my phone
Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - massaging her feet in pantyhose while giving her access to my bank account

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.

Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - She is taking money from my bank account

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.

Cashmeet Findom with Goddess Ishtar - Photo of my bank account showing zero euros in it
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.

Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - Her beautiful legs in pantyhose and cash in her hand
Findom Cashmeet with Goddess Ishtar - Taking her shoes off

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.

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Join the first Findom Alerts Telegram Channel

Join the first Findom Alerts Telegram Channel

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Till now, you were able to check if your favorite Goddess was online in two ways here:

  • This page, constantly showing who is online and who’s not
  • The Findom Alerts twitter account, which sends a message every 20 minutes with one of the Goddesses who is online (you may thank Elon for this 20 minutes limit…)

Today, I am proud to announce a new and better way: the Findom Alerts Telegram Channel

With this new and unique service, you will now be able to:

  • Get an INSTANT notification (within 3 minutes!) as soon as each Goddess goes online
  • Get notified also when she goes offline
  • All easily from your phone, using Telegram
  • Discuss and share anything in the connected Telegram Private Group
JOIN THE CHANNEL

Please join the channel and feel free to give me feedback either here or through the group there, I am really looking forward to it!

Exploring the Nature of Findom Sessions: Pleasure or Punishment?

Exploring the Nature of Findom Sessions: Pleasure or Punishment?

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During a recent conversation with a fellow paypig, I came to realize the diverse ways in which individuals approach Financial Domination sessions. Personally, I view findom as a treat, while others perceive it as a means of escape or relief from life’s pressures. Let’s delve into these two distinct approaches and their implications.

Approach 1: Financial Domination as a Reward

In my case, I engage in findom sessions as a form of self-reward when things are going well in my personal and professional life. It’s akin to congratulating myself for achievements or simply enjoying the fruits of success. Think of it as saying, “Well done, now treat yourself!” For me, embarking on a Financial Domination session is contingent upon being in a positive mental state. If I’m feeling down or unhappy, the idea of a session wouldn’t even cross my mind. It would only be a waste of time and money. However, when I’m in a good mood, a session can be the perfect cherry on top of an already delightful situation. In rare instances, I might resort to findom when I’m angry, seeking solace from the source of my anger. Nevertheless, I avoid engaging in findom when I’m sad, disappointed, or worried.

Approach 2: Financial Domination as an Escape

Alternatively, some individuals turn to findom as a temporary escape from life’s challenges, seeking relief from situations that undermine their self-confidence. This approach is akin to other addictive behaviors, where individuals, amidst their lowest points, seek refuge in Financial Domination, only to find themselves feeling even worse once the session concludes.

Can One Choose Their Approach?

Personally, I believe that the choice of approach is not a conscious decision. It is our instinct that guides us towards findom when we feel the need for it. Instinct alone determines which approach resonates with us. While I acknowledge that my approach is not the only one, I consider it to be less perilous. When we are in a positive state of mind, our brain tends to function better, reducing feelings of desperation and self-harm.

What Are Your Thoughts? Please comment below and let me know your perspective!

Financial Domination: hated, loved, studied… and here to stay.

Financial Domination: hated, loved, studied… and here to stay.

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Guest post by Sonny

A few years ago we could have said that Financial Domination was the newest trend in the BDSM scene, but today things are radically different. Financial Domination is now a quite popular part of BDSM, even though many professional dommes still don’t consider it to be “proper” BDSM and, actually, insist to say it’s all just a big scam. But did Financial Domination change the BDSM scene? And how? Let’s find out.

A brief history of Financial Domination

What started as a few wealthy men hiring “submissive” women to give them cash gifts is now a multi-billion dollar industry, with thousands of women around the world doing this as a full-time job. As we have seen, the exact moment when Financial Domination started to be a thing is hard to identify. The late 1990s and early 2000s saw an increase in this phenomenon, with websites like My Path to Financial Domination gaining a large following. Around the 2010s, the scene had already changed noticeably. Forums like Fetlife were buzzing with discussions about Financial Domination and the number of women doing this as a profession was increasing. This is when it became clear that the phenomenon was here to stay.

How popular is Financial Domination today?

It’s still hard to say how long Financial Domination will last since it’s a fairly new trend in the BDSM scene. The most significant thing about BDSM is that it thrives on constant change and evolution, with people constantly trying to outdo themselves and come up with something new. But even though Financial Domination is still something new, it’s been around for long enough to change the face of BDSM. It has become a very popular part of the scene, with many submissive men making this their primary source of income. This is a clear sign that Financial Domination is here to stay and that it has become a significant part of the BDSM world. It has even become such a popular choice that some people have even called it the “new normal” of BDSM. It’s interesting to note that this is also the title of a book about Financial Domination and BDSM written by professional dominatrix and sex educator Princess Paris.

Why Financial Domination is so hated in the BDSM scene

As we have seen, BDSM is a pretty wild and controversial scene, with many people condemning it because they don’t understand it. But even so, it’s surprising that the Financial Domination part of BDSM is so hated. Because BDSM, in general, is supposed to be all about consent, communication, and mutual pleasure, abuse and exploitation are not supposed to be part of the scene. Things are especially tough for women dominating men financially, as, unfortunately, the world is full of men with toxic masculinity who are quick to say that being exploited by a woman is not BDSM at all. But why is it that men being exploited and abused by women are the only ones unable to see the beautiful BDSM relationship that is implied in all of this? Why are they the only ones who are unable to appreciate a woman’s desire to dominate them and to make them feel happy and satisfied as part of a consensual game? The answer is simple: toxic masculinity.

How BDSM changed because of Financial Domination

New trends are emerging all the time, and this keeps the scene interesting and exciting. But every now and then there’s a paradigm shift, and we find ourselves in a new world. And this is exactly what happened when Financial Domination became a significant part of BDSM. This wasn’t a mere trend or fad – it changed the very rules and principles of the BDSM scene. The number of women doing this as a profession grew so much that many men who used to get their pleasure by being submissive and serving their female dominants started receiving their pleasure and satisfaction from having their female paypigs give them money. And as we have seen, many people condemned this, claiming it to be a scam. But as all things in life, BDSM is dynamic and highly changeable. Even if there are a few scammers, most people are doing this as a part of their relationship, in which both partners get off on the act of domination and submission. And this is how the BDSM scene changes and evolves: with new trends, new fetishes, and new ways of enjoying sex and intimacy.

The future of Financial Domination

Many people condemn BDSM because they don’t understand it. We’ve already seen that it’s a pretty wild and controversial scene. But even so, it’s surprising that the Financial Domination part of BDSM is so hated. But as we’ve also seen, BDSM is dynamic and ever-changing, with new trends, fetishes, and ways of enjoying sex and intimacy emerging all the time. And as such, it’s unlikely that Financial Domination will ever go away completely. BDSM will always be there, and it will continue to evolve and change the face of society. And as long as two consenting adults are getting their pleasure from it, there is no reason to condemn BDSM and its many manifestations.

About the author
Sonny is a BDSM enthusiast who has been experiencing many different kinds of BDSM practices in his over 20 years of experience. He loves to go deeper into the understanding of fetishes, and from time to time enjoys writing about his passion. After he discovered YourMoneySlave.com, he offered to write some guests posts every now and then

When you need your “fix”

When you need your “fix”

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Let’s face it: we, slaves, keep spending money on Goddesses because we need it, we crave it, we want it. Some call this a disease (a word that I hate) or, perhaps better said, an addiction. Maybe we can stay away for a while (usually just a few days), but then we always end up needing a session, needing to send a tribute, needing our “fix”.

According to the Oxford Dictionary, an addiction is “the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity“. That kinda describes well what we are all going through…

And it even better fits when we look for the word addicted: “physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance”. Now, of course, we are not talking about a substance here, but for sure we keep doing this because it brings us pleasure, it gives meaning to our lives, and it makes us feel better.

So that’s why I think that a session (or a tribute) can actually be our “fix” for those moments when we start feeling down, even nostalgic about the last great session we had. We have all been through that: a few days passed since that fantastic session we had, and we start feeling in a bad mood, with a bit of sadness too. It’s like the world doesn’t smile at us anymore, it’s like nothing can make us feel better. That’s precisely when we need that medicine, the “fix” that can make us feel good and happy again with our lives. And a session with the right Goddess can greatly serve this purpose: She knows what we need, She knows what will make us feel better.

So there we are, in the end, we have one reason more to thank and appreciate what our Goddesses do: they really offer a social service in a way, for guys with this magnificent, unique, overwhelming illness that’s called Financial Domination.

Do you need your fix right now? Head over to the who’s live page, I can guarantee that ANY of the Goddesses listed there will take good care of your needs 😉

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…

Spoiling Goddess Ishtar in 2022

Spoiling Goddess Ishtar in 2022

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I have been a PayPig for more than 12 years now, and if there is one Goddess out there that has been a constant, prominent presence in my Financial Domination journey, that for sure is Goddess Ishtar.

The way I spoiled Her online more or less remained the same till a few months ago when I noticed She opened her new fan page. 

As soon as I saw that page, I was fascinated by the great variety of ways I could now spoil, serve and worship Her: I was not only limited to paying to see her on cam or to send her tributes!

To better explain what I’m talking about, I will try to describe the “process” that usually leads me to a draining session with Her, from the very moment when it all begins, a moment when I am usually not even excited, horny, or have any intention to send tributes.

Photos and videos to lure You in

Her page is like a magnet to me, and I’m pretty sure She uses it for that purpose. I visit it daily to watch her new content. I can’t resist the temptation to look at Her beauty, to drool on those pictures and videos, even when I don’t plan to have a session or send tributes, I still visit Her page and drool. And I think that’s exactly what makes her page so dangerous. Of course, I joined it so I can see all the content, but the monthly cost is nothing compared to the danger that page brings. I don’t even feel like that is a monthly tribute or anything, it’s just what allows me to watch her content, to drool on it, and to crave Her power.

Sending tips: when your desire starts to grow

I won’t deny that I always try to resist the temptation to be financially drained: it comes naturally, as a form of “self-defense”, let’s say. And besides, where is the excitement if I don’t even try to resist? It’s part of the process for me, it’s part of my way of living financial domination…it has always been there. And this is exactly why the ability to send tips to Goddess Ishtar, anytime and from anywhere, looks like the perfect way to give in a bit, but not too much. At first, it feels like the perfect way to stay in control of the situation. You think you are just sending a small tip, feeding your desire to spoil, but can still keep it under control in this way. But that’s not really what’s happening in your brain. Tipping Her is the perfect way for your brain to get used to spending, to open your wallet a bit…ready for it to be drained big time later.

The thing is that… I look at one picture I like and want to express my gratitude to Her. Just pressing the “like” button doesn’t feel enough. That’s how the little green button “tip” on the bottom of the picture starts to demand to be clicked. It looks like the only way to satisfy a bit of my need of serving Her, but what it really does is open up my brain for the soon to come real draining. At this stage, what usually happens is that I end up sending a tip on each of the new photos or videos She posts. It feels good to do that, it feels natural, it feels like the thing to do.

The wait after the tips

The next “phase” I always go through is the “wait” after the tips. And the funny thing is that, although I always go through this phase, it always goes the same way: I wait for something that never happens.

Each time I, as a slave, send a tribute to a Goddess (even a small tip), deep inside I always have the huge desire for her to acknowledge that tribute…you know, the classic “good boy” message, at the very minimum. But there is NO chance for this to happen after just a few tips, surely not with Goddess Ishtar. She is one of the most desired, busy Goddesses out there. A slave needs to do way more than just a few tips for her to even notice him. And it doesn’t matter that I’ve been spoiling Her for ages…actually, that makes it even less likely. She knows what I can tribute, and I’m pretty sure she will always ignore me (or pretend to) if I am only sending a few tips. 

What this “phase” does to me though, is that it makes my desire to serve Her grow even more. Every minute I get more and more eager to be really in contact with Her, to see Her reaction to my tributes, to feel Her power on my skin, to feel Her beauty get inside my brain and do a carnage in there…

The big drain

So, to summarize a bit, my excitement and need to spoil Her started growing by looking at her pictures and videos, which lead to sending her tips…and this only made me start opening my wallet a bit…while my excitement kept growing.
What do you think happens as soon as She comes online? Picture this: I’m on her page, looking at those pictures, sending tips, and adding comments, my excitement is growing and I see she becomes available.
That’s the moment when it all ends as it always did in all these years: a big, satisfying, exciting, draining session like only Her can give to me. The difference between before she had this page and now is that, in a way, now the session starts when she is not even online. The big drain in the real session is like the inevitable conclusion of this process, where I, the slave, have so many more ways to fall deeper and deeper into her trap. 

Conclusion

We could say that her page is, in a way, a big, elegant, exciting, huge trap for us, slaves. But it’s the kind of trap we all want to fall in, the kind of trap we crave to be caught by, the kind of trap that gives us so many more ways to spoil Her, serve Her, get excited and weak for Her. If you haven’t done it yet, don’t waste more time: click here and enjoy her new page…you will thank me later.

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