I am more than honored to say that this is a guest post by UltimateGoddess, who sent me this a few days ago. Needless to say, the fact that She decided to write an article about how She enslaved me, made me excited, happy and…willing to serve Her soon. To serve her, jump to the end of this post for the links.
Massi was no stranger to the world of financial domination when he stepped into my room for our first session. I’d already checked out his blog and knew exactly who he was—a seasoned money slave with a secret kink that I was just itching to explore. You see, Massi had this thing for ladies dressed up in pantyhose and high heels, their legs and feet being the ultimate turn-on for him.
When we finally sat down to chat, everything seemed so casual. We laughed and joked like old friends, but beneath that friendly surface, I was laying the groundwork to tap into his deepest desires. My plan was to gently coax him towards his fetish, using my soft-spoken charm to make him feel comfortable while also craving more.
A few months later, we met again, and boy, had Massi been thinking about me non-stop! He even told me he’d barely logged onto his findom accounts during our break—talk about dedication! I knew then that my influence over him was as strong as ever, and it was just a matter of time before he’d be back for more.
When the day came, I decided it was time to really push his buttons. We started with some light talk, but this time around, I was on a mission to dive deep into his hidden desires. Massi wasn’t too bright when it came to hiding what he didn’t like—it was almost as if he wanted me to discover his kink for myself.
And discover it, I did. I started teasing him with hints of his fetish, and before long, he was squirming in his seat, trying to resist the pull towards what he claimed to hate. But resistance was futile because, let’s face it, Massi had a serious weakness for pantyhose-clad legs and high heels—and I knew just how to use that against him.
I played with his mind, offering him glimpses of his obsession, making him crave the very things he said he didn’t like. And as the session reached its peak, Massi was putty in my hands. He couldn’t deny it anymore—I am a true Goddess, and I had turned his weakness into an intense pleasure that he couldn’t escape from.
After our session ended, Massi wrote all about his experience on his blog. His words were full of gratitude but also showed a deep obsession with me and my power to manipulate his desires. He was hooked, and I had transformed him from just another money slave into someone who would do anything for the chance to submit to my will—all because of his secret love for legs in pantyhose and high heels.
So, as I’m sure you all know, I’m in a “slowing down” period, meaning I’m trying to spend way less on Financial Domination. Why? Well, it’s kinda simple: because I’ve spent way more than I could. But why did I decide from one day to another to slow down? What made me suddenly realize it was time to put a stop to that? well, it was…
My last session with EveSchwarz
My last session with EveSchwarz was one I won’t forget easily, and I’m sure you’ll agree with me after reading this. It was a night between the end of January and the beginning of February, one of those where I don’t expect anything to happen, basically just hanging around my computer before going to sleep. While doing so, I noticed EveSchwarz was online, so I decided to have a quick look. I mean, what’s the harm in having a look, I thought. Boy, I was wrong. That was a big mistake, from my wallet point of view at least. She was dressed in a fantastic and, for her, a bit unusual way. She was wearing a super short red leather dress, with a zip on the front that made it even sexier. With that, She also had a pair of tan pantyhose (Wolford, I learned later) that, matched with a pair of beautiful and expensive Tom Ford sandals, made her legs and perfect feet shine in full glory.
Needless to say, I was totally hooked in a matter of seconds. What I thought would have been a quick look, turned out to be a long staring. In silence, for the moment. After a while, she noticed I was in her room and at that exact moment she said, looking right into the cam:
Someone is going to spoil me big time tonight
Deep inside, I knew she was talking to me. It’s not like she said my name or anything, but I just knew. And I got it confirmed a few seconds after that when she wrote me a private message ordering to send Her the first tribute.
Spoil me. Then the fun will begin.
I saw her typing it, and smiling it after having sent it. That smile made it impossible to resist the temptation. It just felt like the right thing to do. I quickly sent her a tribute of 50 USD and waited to see what was going to happen. But that wasn’t enough for her. She just laughed and said out loud:
That’s not enough. Send again, moneyslave
The way she said that, the look on her face made it once again impossible to say no. I didn’t even blink and sent her the second tribute. After that, she allowed me to start a private show. As soon as the show started, I saw she was busy doing something on her computer. I couldn’t understand what she was doing, but not long afterward she explained:
It’s only me and your wallet now.
She had disconnected from all other sites she was on! That way, she was able to focus on me or, better said, on my wallet. Knowing how busy she always is, made me feel privileged and even more excited and willing to serve her as best as I could. It doesn’t happen often to have her full attention, so that really felt precious. I was willing to do my best to serve her. Not that she gave me any chance not to, anyway.
The non-stop tease
It was clear that She was going to give me probably the hardest time ever that night. The session lasted for a very long time, and she never stopped teasing me. It was incredible.
The look in her eyes burning with passion, her perfect red lips, her tongue touching them at the exact right moment, and, of course, what made me fall in love ever since I’ve seen her for the first time: her incredible feet movements. She kept moving those feet and toes in front of the camera in such a hypnotic way that I almost forgot to breathe. She made me lose track of time, and to don’t care about anything else but Her and that session. A few times she also faked a footjob, with her feet in the air in front of me and a dildo moving inside them at an increasing speed, while she kept ordering to wank faster and faster…only to stop just about when I was going to explode.
Thinking back to that session there is one thing I understood: ever since it all started, her plan was for me to be as weak as possible. She wanted to bring me to a level of weakness I never reached before. That’s why she kept playing the tease and denial game multiple times, always bringing me to the edge of cumming only to stop the countdown with an evil laugh, asking for a tribute in order to continue. And also there is one special thing she kept saying that night, something that I always considered the most effective way (if done correctly) to obtain anything from me…
Send me a tribute if you don’t want me to end this session right now.
A simple, yet incredibly powerful sentence especially when said while I am at the edge of cumming, after losing all control of my actions. And mind you, I really believe this is a tricky thing to say for a Goddess. If said at the wrong moment, it could easily be a huge turn-off for me, making me react oppositely. But EveSchwarz knew EXACTLY when to say it and how to say it…and she also did that more than once that night. The last thing I wanted was for that session to end. She knew that and used that to keep me sending tributes.
The final tribute
After a while (I don’t even know how much time has passed) I was really exhausted. My balls were super full since I was constantly on the edge of cumming but never allowed to. I was desperate and at the same time super excited and craving for more and more. Her feet in those wonderful pantyhose kept waving in front of me, her perfect red lips kept saying dangerous things, while her tongue was touching them from time to time. It was incredible. And I was totally out of control.
Now you will buy me a new pair of Louboutins
Just like that, out of the blue, after many tributes and a seriously long session, she added this. It didn’t actually sound like an order, more like a prevision. More like describing something that she knew was going to happen. She knew I was in a sort of trance. She knew I was as weak as I could have ever been. She knew buying shoes is not something I usually do. But she had me at her fingertips and she was going to abuse that power.
I hesitated. It would have been a huge 600 Euros tribute to send, and something inside me was still somehow resisting that idea. I remember even trying to bubble something in chat like “no Goddess…I can’t…” or something stupid like that. But she had a different opinion of course. She knew she had all the power to make me say “yes” to anything…so she took me bits by bits into her spider net.
Since I was in that state of trance, she knew she had to guide me to what she wanted me to do. So she started giving me small orders while using the tease and denial game to make me say “yes”. At first, it was just a simple “look at your credit card”, then something like “click the send tribute button”, then the detailed instructions to what I had to type and click. I was like a zombie, that was the only way she could have made me do that. Small, simple tasks done slowly while being teased to death. All those tasks were all done with one purpose: bring me to send a 600 Euros tribute. Did she succeed?
You bet she did. At the very last thing I had to do (the click on the “send” button) she used all the most intense teasing she had used till then, only concentrated in one, huge, irresistible countdown… and when she arrived at the number 3…she stopped. Smiled. And only said
“Now you will buy me the Iriza Louboutins, and then you’ll cum like you never did before. Click that button.”
And it happened exactly as she said. This new pair of Iriza Louboutins are the result of that tribute. And every time she wears them I get reminded of that night. Of the night that gave me the reason to slow down for a while. Of the night when I had the most intense, incredible, session ever. The one where all my deepest and most secret fantasies became reality right in front of me.
Because EveSchwarz is pure magic. Pure, powerful, unstoppable magic. And remember: if she wants you to do something, you WILL end up doing it.
A few nights ago I was browsing the “Findom internet” with no real intention to spoil anyone or have sessions (yeah, it happens!), when I stumbled upon the chatroom of a Goddess.
She’s one I had a few sessions with, but that’s not what matters here: as soon as I opened I noticed how badly and poorly her nylons looked.
She was wearing a pair of black pantyhose with the line on the back, a truly elegant model of pantyhose, the classic pair of nylons that would drive me crazy. But one thing was VERY clear:
She was wearing a cheap brand of nylons
For someone like me, who gets excited by women wearing nylons, it’s a huge turn off when nylons are ruined, even just partially. Do you know the little darker lines that get formed on nylons sometimes? That’s when you can speak about cheap nylons!
I don’t know if some of these girls don’t notice, pretend to don’t notice, or think it just doesn’t matter. Well let me tell you something:
The quality of your stockings and pantyhose IS important and IS noticeable on cam
There is no exception here: just compare a pair of Wolford to any (ANY) cheap pantyhose and you’ll see the difference. Even if you are not that big of a nylon fan, you WILL notice the difference.
When you buy a pair of Wolford, Cecilia De Rafael or Falke (to name the most famous) you know you are making an investment. Not only guys like me will drool for you even more, but that same pair of nylons will last WAY longer than a cheap one, paying back itself in time.
And if you think that in a session a guy is too busy wanking to notice…well then I guess you know nothing about nylon fetishists. When the nylons perfectly shape the whole leg, with not even the slight imperfection, it’s pure heaven for us. Nothing drives us crazy more.
Oh and one last thing: CHANGE nylons sometimes! There is nothing that gets on my nerves more than a beautiful girl owning like…2 or 3 pairs of nylons. Wearing them over and over till they are totally ruined. Let me say it again: buying nylons, quality nylons, is an investment. It’s an improvement to your look. It’s one reason more guys will come back to spoil you.
I have been serving Goddess Ishtar for 9 years now, and the amazing thing is that every session with Her is intense, satisfying, breathtaking. The one I had a few days ago wasn’t an exception.
It all started early in the evening when She sent me a rather cryptic message:
“It will be a black night”
At that time I didn’t exactly knew what she meant, but receiving a message from Her is always an honor and, for sure, always exciting. I knew I had to make myself available for Her that night, I knew something could have happened.
So, a bit later, I logged on with my heart beating faster than usual. I was eager to understand what She meant with that message. I saw She was online but didn’t message Her to don’t disturb Her. I sat quietly in front of my computer and waited, with the excitement growing. After about 20 minutes, She contacted me.
“Hi. Send 100 and call me.”
Of course, I executed with no hesitation. Then, as soon as I entered Her room, it was clear to me why She called it a “Black Night“.
She was totally dressed in black: a beautiful see-through top, black leather skirt, black pantyhose, and black high heel shoes. On top of that, Her iconic long hair matched the outfit perfectly. I tried to make some sort of conversation, to avoid boring Her like a silently excited zombie would have done, but I’m not sure I came out with anything relevant. Her beauty was too much to handle, too much for my little brain to reserve space for anything else.
As time passed by, I found myself talking less and less while getting more and more excited, more and more under Her power. She would just move slowly in front of the camera from time to time: small movements that looked like lightning bolts to me. Every small movement was like a revelation: a different angle to admire Her beauty, a tiny new detail to worship.
Every now and then She demanded more tributes, but of those, I honestly lost count. I didn’t care. All I cared about was for that session to never end. For that beautiful Goddess to never leave my computer screen.
Then, after about 1 hour which to me looked like 5 minutes, our session ended: She allowed me to thank Her with a last 200$ tribute and we said goodbye. As I said above, every session with Goddess Ishtar is worth it. It’s always a beautiful adventure, a wonderful journey through the path of beauty and power. This wasn’t an exception, and I will treasure my Black Night with Goddess Ishtar among the many wonderful sessions I had with Her.
It happened again…not that it really surprised me. It never does. OneGreatDiva caught me into her net once again, and once again She took even more than I ever expected.
I had not been able to see Her online since a while, with Her being busy on all those amazing projects she has going on in Her life as a business Woman, but recently I’ve noticed She started to be on cam more often. And the other night I got the final confirmation about it…directly from Her.
“I’m online, come and SPOIL me”
She wrote me…adding a picture of the way She was dressed.
As you can imagine… I basically ran into her chatroom, wanting to see Her, wanting to let Her power abuse me once more. And that’s exactly what happened.
The look in Her face, the one that always told me “yeah, I know you can’t resist me”, her moves, her fantastic body, her feet… all was perfect. All was lined up perfectly for a night to remember. And that’s what happened. She took my soul, my brain, my money. She totally abused my wallet. But…made me happy. Because each time I have the chance to serve Her, I’m the happiest slave around.
When she let me go She added one thing…
“Now go tell everyone I’m back… and I want ALL of them serving me these days”
She was serious… and determined. So when You see Her online these days… You’ve been warned.
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