In the recent past I have gotten many questions about how I became a Money Mistress. Especially slaves are curious about this. But I also know that some of you ladies out there are wondering what it takes.
I first began realizing the thrill I get from being a greedy, manipulative bitch at age 16. I had met a somewhat older guy (he was 19 or 20) through a mutual friend. He was totally in love with me. At first I liked the fact that he was older, with a drivers license and nice car. Soon I had him picking me up for school, dates with girlfriends and trips to the city.
He was a bit boring, shy and always staring at the clothes I wore. He seemed to have a preference for my heels, skirts and skinny jeans. Allthough maybe that was also due to the fact that he didnt have the guts to look me in the eye. Like I said: shy!
After a few weeks, out of boredom and the fact that the girl who was supposed to go shopping with me, didnt turn up, instead of her I took him shopping and soon I found myself in my favorite shoestore.
Of course he had already payed for some lunches, cinema and club visits (even without accompanying me, but waiting outside to drive me back home), but we had never gone shopping.
Now shopping for shoes was and still is one of my favorite past times. And I had seen a pair of very very pretty high heeled sandals some days before in that store. Black leather straps in a criss-cross pattern, thin slingback with silver buckle, a silver sole and a high spike heel in the same color. But expensive! Way above the monthly allowance my parents gave me.
I wanted them though. They were made for my feet! I had tried them on before and also this time I asked the girl in the shop to fetch a pair in my size: 37.
They looked so perfect on my long legs with slim ankles and my "cabby" thought so too, judging from his staring puppy eyes. I felt a pleasant tickle in my stomach and grabbed his arm with a tight grip.
“I WANT those shoes” I told him, my eyes fixated on him.
His immediate reaction was to agree I should have them. Stuttering and with a red face he got his wallet out and asked if he would be allowed to purchase them for me. My stomach tickled even harder and I felt amazing!
It all just fell into place perfectly! Once purchased I gave him the bag to hold. He was a little awkward at first but soon understood his duties. At out next visit to the mall he purchased a nice dress for me. And rather than me handing him the bag he put his hand out to the cashier to take it.
The thrill, the adrenaline that ran through my veins was simply amazing, I had this little worm wrapped around my little finger. It took me no more then looking into his eyes and smiling sweetly, overpowering him with my strength from within.
I could tell in the beginning he found it hard to understand what was happening. I think in fact he thought I was rather insane, but he was totally unable to stop me and after several weeks over lunch he said to me: ”I LOVE spoiling you. You are amazing, Thank You”. He was my first addict. Buying me things, spoiling me, worshipping me. Still does to this day.
I had known for some time that I was strong and demanding, greedy and manipulative. But now I had discovered something else. Power over men and the rush of making them pay for my needs.
I knew I wanted to use more weak men. And use them over and over again. Not just for the tributes and gifts, but for that buzz I get. For the rush that goes through my divine body at the thought of taking something that is so important in life. Money does make the world go round. It feeds you, houses you and clothes you. Without it you would not be alive. I love the thought of stripping guys' wallets of all of their hard earned money and leaving them like a poor pauper.
Sometimes a slow steady milk. One drop a day, but never stopping. Sometimes a hard ruthless rape. Emptying a credit card in a few hours max.
And I am good at it. So fucking perfect. Making losers take the step to drastically change their life for me. Giving their Queen all that they have in order for me to live my life of luxury whilst they suffer and budget, as they you so rightly should!
In my opinion financial domination is one of the strongest forms of domination. True domination! It shows you are willing to give me everything you have. Everything you work for in order to keep me happy and begging me to take more. Now that is perfection.
Everyone is entitled to their own fetishes. This is mine: taking from you to leave you suffering at my expense, working you hard to bring the Queen Bee her nectar!
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