Category: Cashslave

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was always so eager. It was almost endearing. But then, softness wasn’t what he paid for, was it? He paid for the sharpest edge of my expectations, the cold precision of my demands, and the delicious humiliation that bloomed in his chest with every transaction. “Are you ready, sissy?” I typed, watching the ‘typing…’ indicator flicker on our private chat. A beat of silence, then his reply: “Yes, Mistress. Always ready.”

I smiled, a slow, controlled thing. He called himself a finsub, but to me, he was just Corey, my little piggy bank dressed in a perpetually apologetic expression, even through text. And a sissyboy, of course. That was the real fun of it. “Good. My new Louboutins are calling to me. They’re a rather fetching shade of scarlet, don’t you think?” I sent him a picture I’d pulled from the designer’s website – the most impractical, yet undeniably beautiful, pair of stilettos. “I think they would look perfect on me. Don’t you agree?”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’ve seen you at the club a few times, and the girls always get giddy when they see you walk in. They suspect there is a wealth of cash to be pulled from you, BUT you have a reputation for slipping away before it can get too good. You keep a tight leash on your wallet, but the strippers are always happy to take what they can get either way. 

I am standing just before the exit when I see you scan the room and act as though you’re going to leave. Realizing your go-to girls aren’t milling about the stage area or sitting on laps. The ATM is right by the door, and I lean my body against it. Lengthening out my little core and popping out one hip. I’m wearing black sheer stockings that are bold against the paleness of my thighs; the garter belt holding them up frames a shimmery red pair of cheeky panties, and my bra has lots of straps to catch your eye as they stretch over my cleavage. I’m twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around my finger, and I hum when your gaze starts at my heels and SLOWLY devours up the length of my body.

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Perv Tax Season

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We listen and we don’t judge…

Sort of. Sure, we’re no taboo, and you filthy boys get to explore your fantasies and fetishes by pushing the limits of your desires. Sometimes, it’s even us girls pushing you to jerk off to nastier, darker topics. Illegal things, even. Because it feels so good to ruin you, HOWEVER, some pervs want things so disgusting that they deserve to be taxed just for entering the chatroom. Welcome to perv tax season, you filthy fucks. Things are about to get expensive. Continue reading “Perv Tax Season” →

paypig

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.

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guy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Okay, so I need to vent. There’s this guy, right? He calls me sometimes, and honestly, the whole situation is just pathetic. He’s basically this total loser who gets off on talking to me. I know, I know, it sounds conceited, but hear me out. He’ll call, and he’ll start with the usual garbage. How he can’t stop thinking about me, how my voice drives him crazy, the whole nine yards. He lays it on thick, saying things like he wants to “jump through the phone” and, well, you get the picture. It’s pretty gross, honestly.

The thing is, we both know it’s never going to happen. Not in a million years. And not just because we live miles apart. See, he knows he’d never get a girl like me in real life. I’m not trying to brag, but let’s be real. I’ve got my life together, I know what I want, and I’m not exactly hurting for attention. He’s not the guy for me. I’m not even remotely attracted to him.

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VIP Titty Treatment

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I work at this exclusive club where VIP Titty Treatment is their number one service. Fellas pay a deposit to gain a spot for the night weeks in advance and then show up ready to be pleased. My VIP client for the night arrived, and I met him in the main room. Sexy girls danced on the stages spaced around the outer edges of the room, but he only had eyes for my forty-two triple H’s.

His hand was sweaty when I took it to lead him to the VIP room. Champagne was waiting for him on ice, and I poured him a glass as he looked me over. It was easy to see how excited he was. He’d been waiting weeks to have me smother him in my giant tits.

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Holiday Homewrecking

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I’ve waited all year to make his Holiday Homewrecking fantasies come true. Every time he calls, he begs me to ruin his marriage and make him my own. It’s so cute that he thinks he’s safe and that I’d never actually do anything to hurt him. Boys are seriously so stupid.

My heart raced as I sat by the fireplace and filled out the Holiday card I’d send to his address. I wondered if he’d check the mailbox and find it among other greetings and well-wishes from his friends and family. Or…

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

Wake up wake up! Seems like you might have had a little too much last night at my bar. No no no don’t get up just keep lying still. Lucky for you I have a room in the back and you were nice enough for me to keep. Yes, I said keep you heard me right. I did warn you about those shots you were taking back to back. You said you couldn’t feel them remember? I told you that you might not feel them now but when they hit they will HIT. You don’t remember anything from last night? Oh I learned a lot about you. Lots about the things you like to do.

The things you like to do behind closed doors. Your deepest darkest fantasies. How you want to be fucked and stretched and pegged by a dominant woman who knows what she’s doing. But you just don’t know how to go about finding someone like that. How you think about it all the time. That you would jump at the opportunity but worry you would lose your nerve. Lucky for you I have fixed all your problems. Just take a lot around.

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Magnetic Teen Ass

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

My ass is magnetic, always drawing you in. Even when you know you shouldn’t be attracted to me. I’m so much younger than you. So tight and innocent, yet you’re addicted to teen ass. You’d sell your soul just for a sniff, wouldn’t you? Filthy fucking pervert!

It isn’t you’re fault. The power of my round, princess ass is just too powerful for your weak brain to resist. So give in, sell your soul to me. Go into debt, pleasing this supple, sweet addiction.

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