I give Master access to my TeamViewer. He takes control of my computer and does some things to it. Some of it I can't see, but he lets me see when he logs into my bank account and starts a series of progressively increasing drains. I watch as he drains $50, $100, $200, $400. He stops, but I am vibrating with ecstasy – the loss of control, the intense transfer of energy – I feel the energy being pulled from me, I feel like I'm coming and falling into darkness. Dizzying. Annihilating.
He has just begun.
He installs a finance tracking app on my computer and orders me to keep it up to date. Over the following few weeks, he takes control every few days and makes me watch as he drains me. Sometimes just small amounts – $10, $20, $40. He likes to double each time, he knows I get dizzy watching, that it terrifies me with a sticky, black joy – the allure of destruction. He tells me to fuck myself on a dildo while he drains me, so I feel him cashfucking me all up inside me – blurring the mental and physical. He sends me bigger dildos from time to time; I need to hide them from my boyfriend. I have to hide all this from my boyfriend – he would be furious that I'm letting all this money go, money we could be spending on a house or a holiday.
He begins to drop small, personal details into the conversation when he chats with me, so I know he's finding out what I have tried to keep secret from him and every Dom before. He knows my real, full name and where I grew up. He has my address book and access to my Facebook account – he posts something short and funny from my account so I know. He knows where I work and my boss's name. He knows where I live. He knows the people at my church. He lets me know all this a piece at a time and slowly. It gives me the feeling of the sky closing in, of disaster approaching, everything getting darker, with fewer routes to escape. With each step, more terror fills my body, my mind grows more cloudy, as I sit on the dildo I fuck myself harder, more violently, I cry out with greater abandon. My fagclit drools slime, yet I never cum; he never gives me permission. My live drifts by in a haze, I feel more distant from the people around me, I can tell my boyfriend worries, but we don't speak about it.
He reviews my finances to see where I spend money and how I make it. He uses some mild hypnosis to relax my excited mind and open me up as He questions me closely to make sure I haven't left anything out, that He knows about all the accounts, all the savings, all the insurance policies. He asks me more questions about which friends are important and what they think of me, why we are friends. He asks about my family. I am surprised He cares, it confuses me, but the hypnosis lets me relax and let my confusions go.
My job pays really well, but it stresses me out. My boss is very intense and the clients I consult to are often trainwrecks. The work is very demanding. I fantasise about being a full-time slave to Master and waiting on Him all day, naked; living in a cage at night, constantly horny, bankrupt, free of all responsibility except His pleasure. It feels like the day might come soon. I wake in night from dreams of Him, towering over me.