Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
When I first met Alex, I watched him scroll through my Instagram. He liked every photo, every story, and every caption that hinted at an unspoken command. And then, he sent me a message. “I want to serve you, Stella. I’ll do anything.”
I waited a few hours, then replied. “Send me the amount you can’t afford to lose.” He stared at his phone, with his thumb hovering above the keyboard. I could feel his hesitation. He finally hit send and the notification chimed in my email inbox. I glanced at the confirmation, smiling. It wasn’t about the money, it was about the surrender.
“I want to serve you, Stella. I’ll do anything.”
The next morning he called me in a panic. “Stella, my rent…”
I laughed. “Your rent doesn’t matter, Alex. I do. You will keep a ledger of every cent you send me and you’ll write the word ‘obedient sub’ beside each entry.” He obeyed, of course. He watched his bank balance dwindle and his savings evaporate like water on a hot day.
Later, he told me of the guilt that gnawed at his conscience and the shame that warmed his cheeks whenever he thought of his own sacrifice. I fed him that shame, dressed it in silk, and whispered it back to him as if it were a gift.
It wasn’t all numbers, though. He would send a photo of a cheap ramen bowl with a simple, but effective message. “You are what’s important.” One Sunday, a week after he’d emptied his checking account, Alex called again. This time; however, with a desperate plea. “I have nothing left, Stella. Please…I can’t pay my rent…”
I pressed the pause button on his panic. “You have already given me everything you have, Alex. My job is to ruin you. We both know that.” I sat back in my leather chair. He was silent for what felt like hours, but in actuality was only a few minutes. And then, he spoke. “Thank you for owning me.”
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