Financial Lust, Financial Courtship, Financial Bliss
Filed Under black fuhrer, financial domination, financial lust, money slavery
Financial Love Story
By: one of My subjects
Financial Lust: I’m looking at Her photos. I’ve watched Her videos. Wouldn’t it have been nice if I were the one that provided Her with those boots, the corsets, the jewelry, all of it. No, it would have been nice if I were able to do that for Her. Would I become more invaluable to Her if I were the slave that provided Her with everything that She needs? Or would She still view me as expendable? It certainly is an exciting prospect for Her to interact with me because She views me as an integral part of Her master plan but a smile is equally acceptable. This is crazy. Why am I getting aroused? Isn’t it normal for a man to want to provide for a woman? Is this providing in the traditional sense? I’m definitely aroused. Perhaps what I’m thinking of is being used by Her instead of providing for Her. It’s a bit presumptuous to think I’d be able to ‘provide’ for Her. Used. That’s it. My epiphany has made me even more aroused. What do I do now?
Financial Courtship: I’ve looked over some options so that I can get rid of this burning urge. It’s the bulge in my pants motivating me as well. I’ve looked over Her wishlist and I don’t want to look like a cheap ass bastard by buying one of the cheaper items but the items in the most expensive echelon would seriously put a dent in my financial flow. (But the idea is hot none the less.) Maybe I’ll do the wishlist another day. The tribute buttons seem impersonal. I’m trying to make a connection here! I think the best option at this time is to give Her an e-gift certificate. That way I can leave Her a personal note. This leaves me with another dilemma: how much do I send and what do I write as a note without coming off as a total cheese-ball? Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Why do I have an erection as I contemplate this serious situation? Calm down. $50. $100. $200. No, $250. That is a quarter of 1K. Yes, that is it. But what do I write? “I hope You find this useful?” “This is a small token of Your magnificence?” Fuck. “I hope you have a wonderful day?” Shit that is gay. Igot it! “I hope this is the start of wonderful things to come.” It’s the best that I can do for now. I don’t have enough blood in my brain to come up with anything better than that. I wonder if some other guy is having this dilemma too. I wonder if She will even take notice of me. I wonder if She will realize how difficult this was for me. Oh for fuck sakes. Look at me. I sound like a little girl. Just hit send. Just hit send. Just hit. . .
Financial Bliss: I’m by no means a person of unlimited financial resources. Not even close. I hope that Her consumption is in line with my ability to supply. So far, so good. I used to be jealous of the others, but now I realize that if it weren’t for their contributions, I’d be in serious dire straits. She told me that it is okay to date and I’ve taken Her up on Her offer. I’m sitting here at a restaurant with my date and I’m hoping she will just order a glass of water and a small salad. It is actually pissing me off to think that this bitch is taking HER money. Maybe this whole dating thing is a bad idea. Maybe She allowed me to do this so I could see exactly how hooked I am to our “arrangement” how hooked I am to Her. All I want now is this date to end and go back to Her. She can have anything that is mine. She can take it all. I’m happy where I am. I don’t need any more, least of all this bitch sitting across from me, eating a meal paid for by the Fuhrer’s money.
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