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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?”
softness wasn’t what he paid for
Another pause. I knew he was calculating. Probably checking his bank balance, his palms sweating, a thrill running down his spine. This was his high. The anticipation of my command, the inevitable depletion of his funds, and the subsequent rush of feeling utterly owned. “Yes, Mistress,” he typed, reverently. “They are exquisite. Very much you.”
“Precisely. And they need a new home. My home. So, Corey, darling, for the privilege of even seeing my thoughts on footwear…” His reply was almost immediate this time, a breathless “Yes, Mistress. It will be done immediately.” No arguments, no questions. Just compliance. The perfect sissy-finsub. A minute later, the notification pinged: funds received. I leaned back in my chair, a genuine laugh escaping me this time. “Good boy, Corey. Such a quick little wallet.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, probably flushed, probably preening. He loved being called ‘good boy’ as much as he loved emptying his account for me. He was a perfect specimen of his kind: desperate to serve, desperate to give, desperate for the validation of my fleeting attention.
“Now, about those shoes…” I mused, deliberately. “I’m not entirely convinced yet. I might need a different color. Or maybe a whole new outfit to go with them. You know how these things are, don’t you, sissy? Expenses always escalate.”
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