Majesty Natalie, a young woman with tremendous beauty, had a unique talent for finding and dominating weak-willed men. I was one of them. She had me wrapped around her finger, and I was more than happy to be her financial slave. I couldn’t resist her cute and bratty demeanor, and I was addicted to the rush of giving her all my money.
“Hey, loser,” Natalie said, her voice dripping with disdain, as I transferred another large sum of money to her. “Thanks for the cash, paypig. You’re such a good little financial slave.”
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I heard her words. I loved being degraded and humiliated by her. It was a twisted form of pleasure, one that I couldn’t get enough of.
“You’re welcome, Princess,” I replied, my voice quivering with excitement. “I live to serve you.”
Natalie and I had been talking for a few weeks before she had me fully under her spell. We would chat online, and she would tease me with provocative pictures and filthy talk. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I was putty in her hands.
“I can’t wait until I can be your human ATM,” I told her one day, my mind filled with dirty thoughts. “I want to give you all my money, and then some.”
Natalie laughed. “You’re such a pervert, paypig. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to drain your bank account dry.”
It wasn’t long before I was sending Natalie money every day. I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted to the rush of giving her my hard-earned cash. And as I sent her more and more money, our conversations became dirtier and more explicit.
“I want to see you jerk off while you send me money,” Natalie said one day, her voice full of mischief. “I want to see for myself how hard you cum for findom.”
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled out my cock and started stroking it as I transferred more money to Natalie. I could feel my orgasm building, and I let out a loud moan as I shot my load all over myself.
“Oh, yes, that was a lot of cum,” Natalie said, her voice filled with giggles. “You’re such a good boy, paypig. Keep sending me money, and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while.”
I continued to send Natalie money every day, and our conversations became more and more intense. We would talk about all the kinky things I was willing to do to prove my submission, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused.
One day, Natalie surprised me by coming to visit me. I was thrilled to finally meet her in person, and I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me. I couldn’t believe it. It was finally happening. I first met Natalie online, on a financial domination forum. I was immediately drawn to her profile picture – a cute, bratty-looking Latina with a mischievous smile. She was a self-proclaimed “findom princess,” and I was her newest “paypig.”
At first, I was hesitant to send her money. I knew it was foolish, but I couldn’t help myself. She had a way of talking to me, of making me feel weak and submissive. She called me a loser, a pathetic excuse for a man, and I couldn’t get enough.
“You’re such a good little paypig,” she would say, as I transferred money to her online account. “Such a good boy, giving me all your hard-earned cash.”
I would protest, of course. I would tell her that I couldn’t afford to give her any more. But she would just laugh, and tell me how much of a disappointment I was. How I would never be a real man, unless I served her.
And so I did. I gave her all of my money, and in return, she gave me moments of her attention. She would call me names, and degrade me, and I would get harder and harder with every word. I was her slave, her property, and I loved it.
One day, Natalie told me that she was going to put me in a chastity cage. She said that it would teach me to be a better paypig, to be more obedient and submissive. I agreed, of course. I would do anything for her.
She sent me the cage in the mail, and I put it on immediately. It was tight and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I loved the feeling of being owned, of being controlled.
A few days later, Natalie video called me. She was dressed in a tight, revealing outfit, and she looked absolutely stunning. She told me that she was going to do a striptease for me, but that I couldn’t cum. She said that if I did, she would increase my chastity time.
I agreed, of course. I would do anything to see her in a bra and panties.
She started dancing, moving her hips in time with the music. She slowly removed her clothes, one piece at a time. I was harder than I had ever been, but I knew that I couldn’t cum. I had to be good, for Natalie.
But then she did something unexpected. She took out a chastity key, and started teasing her pussy with it. I was so leaky in my cage, so turned on.
I begged her to let me cum, but she just laughed. She told me that I was a good little paypig, but that I still had a lot to learn. She said that I would be in the chastity cage for a long time, until I proved myself worthy.
I was so frustrated, so horny, but I couldn’t help but love it. I loved being controlled by Natalie, being at her mercy. I loved being her paypig, her little slave.
And so I will continue to serve her, to give her all of my money and my devotion. I will do anything she asks, no matter how humiliating or degrading. Because I am her paypig, and I love it.
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