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Jeff was sitting alone at the bar, his expression a mixture of angst and fear. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “A seltzer with a slice of fresh lemon” I said to the bartender taking a seat next to my pigeon. Jeff looked over at me not saying a word. “Not in the mood to talk huh Jeff?”

My drink came and I said to the bartender, “Thanks lover, put it on Silent Sam’s tab over here okay?” I took a sip, it was cold and crisp. “The pause that refreshes right Jeff? What are you having, something nice and feminine like a Strawberry Daiquiri?” He didn’t seem amused.
“You can’t get away with this,” Jeff said. “This is like a damn shake down!” Letting a little laugh slip out, I said, “Actually Jeff, that’s exactly what it is. And I can and will get what I want. You see I always get what I want.” I took another sip of my drink. “Face it girlfriend, I own you.”

“It’s over now right?”“Maybe,” I said, “or maybe not. It depends on my mood.” He looked down at his hands as I stood up to leave. “Word to the wise, that three-day beard shadow you’re rocking, not very lady like.”

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 Goddamn it Jeff thought to himself, tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn’t believe that he’d  been conned, that he’d been taken in by her, by Rhianna. And how she sat there, so smug, pocketing his hard earned money. But what other choice did he have? She had over a barrel. With the click of mouse she could destroy his life. The thought of his friends and family, his co-workers and former classmates finding out his secret was too much to bear. What would his father say if he found out that he got off on adorning his body in soft, lacy lingerie, that he loved having his legs encased in tight pantyhose, that wearing a bra and panties sent shivers of electricity through his very core ….

As his mind drifted to his preferred manner of dress, he felt his cock grow  hard against the female underwear that he had taken to wearing most of the time. Instinctively he reached down and began stroking himself. His thoughts now flooded with stockings, panties, cocktail dresses, high heels … and Rhianna … but it wasn’t Rhianna in a sexual context, well not exactly, it was Rhianna counting a stack of money … his money! The thought of her being in complete control of him was…well it was…exciting.

“Oh my god,” he said aloud, as cum erupted from the head of his cock.

As I was nearing orgasm, Kate’s tongue expertly playing with my clit and wet pussy, she pulled back just as I was at the point of no return and I lost my orgasm. “Unh,” I said with a smile, “you little tease!” She put my toes in her mouth. Kate had a massive obsession with my feet and nothing made her cum harder than having my soles in her face.

Afterwards we were lying in bed, making out and gearing up for round two, when my mobile rang. It was Jeff. “Yes,” I said, and he went on to explain his last masturbatory session.

“Imagining giving you money, it just …I don’t know, the thought of it. It was so hot.” Jeff said, a hint of confusion in his voice. But there was no confusion on my end, everything was crystal clear, this little episode had awakened in Jeff a new fetish. A financial domination fetish. A  fetish which would prove very lucrative to me, myself, and I.

“Well my little cash piggie,” I said, “this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”