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The Financial Dominatrix - part 2
You’re working late in your office when your phone vibrates with an incoming text message. It’s from YN, instructing you to come to her immediately. Intrigued and excited, you rush to her penthouse.
When you arrive, she greets you wearing a silk robe that barely covers her curves. She leads you into her bedroom, where the air is thick with desire and anticipation. As she locks the door behind you, you know there’s no turning back.
YN orders you to strip down to your underwear, and you obey without hesitation. Your heart races as she admires your body, her eyes lingering on your growing erection. She runs her fingers through your hair, pulling your face close to hers. ‘You’re mine now,’ she whispers.
The night progresses, and YN becomes more demanding, ordering you to perform increasingly intimate acts, pushing your boundaries and testing your devotion to her. You find yourself willingly submitting to her control not just financially, but also sexually.
At one point during the evening, YN takes possession of your company or makes you sign over all your assets to her, solidifying their FinDom relationship and leaving you completely at her mercy. The power dynamic between you deepens as she dominates you both in and out of the boardroom.
The sexual tension between you escalates as YN orders you to perform oral sex on her while you’re at a work function, risking discovery but adding an element of excitement to your encounter. During a business meeting, YN whispers seductively in your ear, describing all the things she wants to do to you later that night, making you squirm with desire and anticipation.
As the evening comes to a close, YN surprises you by inviting another dominant woman into their circle, creating a thrilling new dynamic in which you must serve and please both of them. This pushes the boundaries of your relationship even further and leaves you eager for more.
The chapter ends with you on your knees before YN and the other dominant woman, their hands tangled in your hair as they decide your fate for the evening.
‘So, what shall we do with our little paypig tonight?’ you ask the other dominant woman as you both stand in front of Lawrence, bound to the St. Andrew’s cross. She smirks and runs her hand through his hair. ‘I think he deserves a good teasing.’ She picks up a feather from the nearby table. ‘Don’t you agree?’ You nod, grinning wickedly. ‘Absolutely.’ You grab an ice cube from a bowl of water and begin to trace it along his chest, watching as goosebumps rise on his skin. He gasps and tries to move away, but the restraints hold him firmly in place. ‘Now, now,’ you say, your voice low and dangerous. ‘You know better than to resist us.’ You press the ice cube against his nipple, making him gasp again. ‘Remember, this is all for our amusement.’ The other dominant woman begins to use the feather, lightly brushing it across Lawrence’s stomach and thighs. He squirms under their combined touches, desperate for release but unable to find it. You both continue to tease him mercilessly, alternating between the ice and the feather, driving him to the edge of insanity with desire. ‘Please,’ he begs. ‘Let me come.’ You laugh cruelly. ‘Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet, anyway.’ You signal to the other dominant woman, who stops her teasing. ‘It’s time for phase two of our little game.’ She smiles and picks up a riding crop, running it along Lawrence’s inner thigh. He shivers in anticipation and fear. You walk over to a throne-like chair and sit down, spreading your legs wide. ‘Come here,’ you command. ‘I want you to taste me.’ Lawrence hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, his eyes locked on yours. He gets down on his knees and begins to lick your pussy, desperate to please you and earn your favor. You moan softly as he does as he’s told, your fingers tangled in his hair. The other dominant woman stands nearby, the riding crop still in her hand. ‘If you don’t satisfy her fully,’ she warns Lawrence, ‘there will be consequences.’ He redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking your clit with growing intensity. You grip his hair tighter, pulling him closer as you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. But just as you’re about to reach the peak, you pull away from him. ‘No,’ you say sternly. ‘Not yet.’ Lawrence looks up at you, confusion and desperation in his eyes. ‘But—’ ‘Silence!’ You slap his face lightly with your free hand. ‘You will not come until I give you permission.’ He nods, accepting your dominance over him. The other dominant woman laughs and puts the riding crop back on the table. ‘Good boy,’ she says, running her fingers through his hair. ‘Now, let’s see how much more we can tease you before you break.’ The two of you continue to torment Lawrence throughout the night, pushing him to his limits and beyond. You allow him small tastes of pleasure but always deny him climax, reminding him that he exists only to serve your desires. By the end of the evening, he is a quivering mess of need and desire, completely under your control. As you stand before him, his eyes locked on yours, you can see the mixture of fear and longing in his gaze. ‘You’re nothing but a pathetic little paypig,’ you say coldly. ‘Existing solely to serve my needs.’ You lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. ‘You’ll never be worthy of anything more.’ He shudders at your words, knowing they’re true. The other dominant woman chuckles and pats him on the head. ‘Your only purpose is to please us,’ she says. ‘If you can’t even do that, then you’re not even good enough to be a human ATM.’ Lawrence hangs his head in shame, accepting their words as truth. He knows he will continue to serve YN and the other dominant woman, eager for any scraps of affection or pleasure they might throw his way. His submission is complete, and he has never felt more alive.