Hello slaves, fans, junkies, lurkers, fools and piggies!

I am back from a very busy Canadian vacation and tPay has already been spending as I manipulated him into an extreme fuckover.

It began with him emailing Me, and Me responding with a $10 pay mail.

Relentlessly, I sent him pay mail after pay mail, increasing the price each time, until after a $300 email and $1060 spent, he began begging for mercy.

Well, you know I don’t “really” know the meaning of mercy….but I know at that moment he was psychologically not ready to pay a bigger email.  At that moment.

I let him catch his breath the breath…and then….

I totally disarmed him with a little tiny $15 email,  which he happily paid, and then I gradually raised the price of the next pay mail again.  And again!   He spent another $1033 on round two, once again ending in a $300 dollar email. YUM.

The evening total?  $2093.

But this afternoon, My phone rang, and iPay was still turned on from his rape the evening before, he was calling Me in his car on his way to an appointing.

Oh, and guess what the appointment was for?   Therapy for his “financial domination addiction problem”!  Isn’t that rich?

Well, he ended up blowing off the appointment, and since I didn’t have any way to sell him pay mails on his shitty disposable phone, instead I engaged him in a rousing game of “raise the rate”  by making him call Me back again and again, paying a higher minute rate each time culminating in a 13 minute $50 a minute call.  When it was done, he had spent $985 dollars on our phone conversation.  From start to finish, the 5 progressively more expensive calls spanned a time period of about an hour and 15 minutes.   I like that rate of pay!

And in the month since tPay has resurfaced (mostly in the last three weeks, one of which I was on vacation for!), he has paid Me over $10,000 dollars.

This puts him in the top 5 of monthly fuckover victims, and top 12 of lifetime fuckings.  So quickly. Yum. 
And I’m not done. 
I cleverly found out about more access to cash he has, so he has no good excuse now to say No.

And I know he won’t.

tPay is a very obedient slave, and he has a new stroke mantra he must repeat in his head if he strokes his cock.
“bankrupt for Lauren…..bankrupt for Lauren….bankrupt for Lauren….”

That *is* My ultimate goal of course, and I’m conditioning him to need and want it!

It will destroy his marriage of course, but his wife is nothing more than collateral damage to Me—My fetish is more powerful than that.

I can’t help it, I’m addicted to financially destroying men.   I could probably get therapy for that, but why? *laughs*

The two seem to go hand and hand…
It is a rare Financial Domination addict that doesn’t crave the humiliation a FinDomme can dish out when feeling particularly vicious.
And that is part of the joy for Me, I mean, I don’t have the time or inclination to humiliate and degrade losers for nothing (That line would be very fucking long), but a good wallet rape has a little extra jolt to it when I get to really shred Loser psyche.

In general a good humiliation session includes the following.

1. It’s personalized. There is really no “one size fits all” way to do it. The best sessions come when I know what causes a slave to FEEL the erotic shame, and that experience is going to vary. (Thankfully, it would become dismally fucking boring for Me otherwise). Sometimes its something the slave tells Me, that I run with…or something I say that I intuitively know has created an erotic rush that I can go with.

So go ahead..tell Me something embarrassing that I can use against you. Be rest assured that I will explore it with angles and perspectives you never dreamed of.

2. It has unique elements to it. Even if the theme is the same, I love to spin it a little differently each time. I like to branch out and create NEW humiliations for you too Often the brand new humiliating thing is the most effective.

3. It is most powerful combined with kindness and/or humor. Counter-intuitive? Not really, it is the contrast that makes it so effective! Imagine this:

Me: Hello! I can’t stop thinking about you and wondering about your cock, I’m so happy you called today!

you: Really? You’ve been thinking about my cock?

Me: Yes! and I have ALL kinds of really kinky ideas about it…I couldn’t wait to tell you about them!  I’ve been fantasizing what it looks like

you: ohhhh tell me

(see first the build up…and then WHAM)

Me: Well, I’m thinking that it probably is  fairly small and soft looking, and would look really adorable in a pink ribbon, and for you to wear that as you pay Me today…so you’ll be loser with a pink ribbon!

4. It’s combined with wallet rape.  I mean I *am* a FinDomme   This gives Me a chance to make fun of you for paying Me lots of cash to humiliate you too, adding ANOTHER layer to the wallet rape and the humiliation.   And..best of all, it will help cement your addiction.

Pay Loser Pay

This is how you know if you really *have* become poor for Lauren, and yes, most of these things have been the reality for My clients.
I invite you to add in the comments what else you think of when you are “Being poor for Lauren”

That bankruptcy becomes a real option for your future
That you spend more in a month on Me than on your mortgage
That you open a new credit card before you max out the old one, so you will have a really big splurge
That when you are so desperate to talk with Me, after months of not being able to afford it, you accept an offer to get paid for a blowjob and use the cash to get a prepaid credit card to hear My voice and tell Me about what you did.
That you spend the money you and your fiancee were saving for a house on Me.
That you eat ramen and tuna for a month so that you can pay for My boyfriend and I to go to Vegas.

Well this week was very low key after My nearly one month long fuckover of LoserBeast and his shadow. I caught up on sleep and shopping and gearing up for another round of fucking men over.

Whenever I blog about a really big fuckoer, it brings old slaves out of the woodwork.  One in particular, is Bankruptcy Boy J.–the first slave I took into bankruptcy, 3 1/2 years ago and its still one of My favorite memories.

I raped him for enough money that his home was foreclosed on.  It was erotic irony that he lost his home the same week I closed on My home (Bought partially with the cash that was supposed to keep his house out of foreclosure!)

Anyway, the poor loser went out  and bought a prepaid credit card to call Me (He no longer has a real credit card).

The stories about Loserbeast got his dick hard, and he just had to hear My voice.

Things are getting better for him financially. He has a new position, and hes paying off debt. Soon he will be offered credit again.

I gave him new instructions.  In another 3 1/2 years, he will be eligible for bankruptcy again. I want him to build up his credit again. I want him to open new cards once he does. I want him to get as much credit as he can, because as soon as he does, and as soon as the 7 year threshold to go bankrupt again is past.

I plan to make him the FIRST slave I drive into bankruptcy TWICE 🙂

Delicious!

You can read more about him and his bankruptcy in these old posts.

http://laurenrules.com/wordpress/the-story-of-bankruptcy-boy/

http://laurenrules.com/wordpress/the-continuing-story-of-bankruptcy-boy-j/

http://laurenrules.com/wordpress/the-saga-of-bankruptcy-boy-j-part-3/

http://laurenrules.com/wordpress/more-news-from-bankruptcy-boy-j/

I have been sooo busy between doing wallet rapes and enjoying the holidays, I have not had time to blog much!

The past month has been amazing!

I will again mention sissy lily who did most of My Christmas shopping for Me.  My family was sooo impressed with My generosity . I maxed out ALL her credit cards with My shopping sprees.  Sissy lily especially enjoyed buying lots of gifts for My boyfriend, and I made “her” talk on the phone with him one night and that sent her on a final huge spree with her December rent money.  She is now a month behind on her rent, and waiting to catch up with bills when she gets her income tax return. I, of course, have My sights on it.   She has been updating Me on her credit score that she is tracking and it is plummeting, and it will be curious to see how low I can make it!

A note :  I have had many  ask Me about the sissies I blog about.  I often refer to them as “shes”, and I am asked…are they women?     Just for clarity sake, they are crossdressing men, that I refer to as “she”  .   In some cases, they may be transgendered, and in others not—but one of the pleasures a Mistress has for  a slave they own, is choosing their gender.  I declare some of My slaves to be female.  If I am using the term “sissy”, that is your clue!

And 2012 began with a bang!

On January 1st, My biggest spender, wallet cunt materialized, and we had a very overdue massive session, and he spent nearly $3800 on Me, including finishing with a $50 a minute phone call and a $500 PTV and TWO $999 PTVs 🙂

If that weren’t enough, while I was on the phone with him, another slave spent $175 on PTVs on his own, so that was just a nice little bonus.

So what a start to My New Year, but it wasn’t over!

On January 2nd, I got a notice in My email that Dr X had bought a book on My wishlist.  I email him, and that begins ANOTHER huge wallet rape. Dr X had been Santa for Me last year, and I think reading about sissy lily buying My gifts this year made him nostalgic.

We had a very long phone call, nearly 3 hours, and in that time he spent  $3920  on Niteflirt.  When he wasn’t allowed to add any more money for PTVs (although it allowed him to add on the phone for his call), we switched to My Amazon list and he spent another $1900 on Me there, and what he bought included camera lenses and furniture and a Coach Purse.

We decided it would be his mission to be My first “six figure slave”  no slave has yet reached that threshold, and how delicious of him to declare his intention of being My first “six figure slave”!

If all that weren’t rich enough, yesterday afternoon another sissy that serves Me spent $250 on PTVs when I wasn’t even home and I came home to that nice little surprise.

I just have one thing to say as a wrap up.

Happy New Year to Me!

I’m so busy Christmas week, wrapping all the presents that Sissy Lily bought for my boyfriend and family that I have scarcely had time to post…

but lily is in trouble, because she has maxed out all her credit cards on Me….spoiling Me like I deserve, she’s broke

So last night and tonight…she has been spending her rent money on Me!

She told the landlord she could catch up in January.

But I have plans for that money too…

I might end up with a homeless paypet haha 🙂

I love the emails I get from My slaves.
Here are a couple of recent gems!

From a slave who just renamed himself Lauren Rules Bankrupt Me (Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?)

I am so sorry I have been away for so long you have expoited me so bad Mistress I had to file for bankrupcy…..you have taken everything from me I have gotten a divorce because of you and lost everything. I have nothing but still cant stay away from you. I try to hide from you and you find me I try and forget about you and I dream about you what have you done to me……I am so sorry I am broke and can not give you your money you have taken me for so much I cant beleive it……there are times I just sit and think about how much you actually took from me not just financially but you took my whole life. I am so sorry I do not have the money do give you anymore I work my ass off to get out of debt so you will one day use me again. Thanks for ruining my life you are worth it.

Notice how the loser is trying to get more money to serve Me? Even after I destroyed him? I have to use him in different ways now..exploit his poverty on My blog! (You too could be exploited like this!)  For the record, this slave sent me about 15K dollars in the course of a few months…

And this one…a bit wordy, but powerful in his despair all the same

Lauren,

I have to be honest with you, I have been to other hypnotists on NF over these many years. But something always brings me back to you. Nobody else, just you. Somehow you have permanently altered something in my brain, the part that provides willpower, so it always crumbles back to you. I think it may have been that first game, the one in which “we begin our lives of service to you in the most devious way possible.” The dreaded $2 email, from which thousands of dollars flow from us to you. I tell myself I am not going back to your pages, website, pictures, but something in my brain starts sending out signals that it is time to call, time to submit, no sense fighting it, just continue your life of service to Lauren. I remember being amused by the game, no way this could happen, certainly could not be permanent. But you plant something in us, I am not sure how, that seems impossible to alter, to remove, to ignore. I remember I played the game twice so maybe that is why it has damaged my brain and will so greatly. Of course I played other games of yours as well which I am sure didn’t help. But the first game still thrills me when I think of that night, the first time you worked your charms on me, placed me under you stunning spell. But I thought it would fade like all others, but somehow it hangs on. I read your blogs over and over, about Dr. X and your wallet boys, and seem to cling to every word. Why? What is it that you do to us? I believe I can talk with you safely, but end up your mindless robot without even realizing it. I believe I can resist your spell, defend my brain and will, but somehow or other find myself in unexplainable obedience and worship of your every whim, your happiness vital to my existence. Why?

Sorry about my rambling. I remember the first email I sent you before playing that first game, and I remember your response was so quick. And you knew, and you said in that email, that such a quick response would draw me in further, would be so exciting that I would be compelled to play. And as always, you were right. And you watched me play, saying “don’t stop now, you are playing the game so well.” And that increased my heart rate, my breathlessness, forced me further, until the only way to physically stop was to call. And already capitulating to your devastating game, words and photos, I must have been easy prey for such a skilled Siren such as yourself.

Maybe that’s it. You are a true life Siren from mythological times, no man can resist after once hearing or seeing such beauty and power. Once stung, always in your power.

This is scary for me. I try to reason it out as I do with all things, but just can’t. Maybe that is part of the spell, the inability to understand it which prevents us from escaping your clutches. Something in our cerbral cortex damaged beyond repair, always to be totally in your control.

Signed
A

Oh and by the way…this is the game that A refers to beginning his destruction

Your financial slavery to Me begins with only a $2 email. It’s only $2, that can’t hurt…right? $2

Being a financial slavery aficionado, and having a great many financial slaves serving Me in varying capacities, I have voraciously read all that has come across my computer, and talked for hours with money slaves about My fetish.

There has been a great deal written about what a “true” *coughs* money Domme is.   That a Domme that seeks to destroy a man financially isn’t ethical or a real Domme.

I however, disagree. And as so often happens in fetishes involving edge play, (And taking someone into bankruptcy is certainly edge play) the practice has been demonized by those who would not practice it.

I certainly do not take ALL of my money slaves to financial ruin, but when I have that opportunity, I take it.  Much like a S/m Sadist who enjoys having a true pain slut under his whip, someone who hungers for the pain, needs the pain, begs for the pain, needs the tears and seeks out the sadist willing to dispense the needed intensity.  And as a participant in the BDSM scene, I’m well acquainted with pain sluts (And have done my share of edgy hands on bdsm play as well).

The extreme financial slave is someone who needs an accomplished financial sadist to have no mercy.  An extreme money masochist often is taken to the gutters more than once in a lifetime.  Those men often repair their finances for the sole purpose of being in a position to have a harder and more satisfying fall with a Mistress.  Life becomes a conduit for experiencing the maximum pleasure of this fetish.

And what does the Financial Sadist gain, other than the obvious money?

Power of course.  Money *is* power,  and there is little more submissive then forking over more money then you have to a beautiful Mistress who is getting off on the sacrifices and consequences of that exchange.

Recently many of you read of the continuing saga of Bankruptcy Boy J.   He really has nearly nothing left from his trip with Me into ruin. He’s lost his home, his job, his wife, his credit.  He’s sleeping on his brother’s sofa and working at a Walmart.   He calls Me when he can.  Someone commented to Me that I shouldn’t allow him to call Me anymore since he hasn’t the same amount of money to spend, and that’s what makes Me a “true” financial sadist, is that I want to HEAR how My raping of his money has affected his life.  I get off every time he calls Me, even if I’m not taking thousands a week from him anymore.

And the latest from Bankruptcy Boy J?   He’s started sucking cock for money to finance his phone calls.  He told me in detail about his adventures being the suck toy for one man, and its only one man paying him for cock sucking at this point.  Maybe it’s not true, maybe its all fantasy, but what fantastic erotic material for a financial sadist!

So do you want a Financial Domme who will make you give her a set amount of money that you can budget for like she was your mortgage or your car payment?  I can do that..but wouldn’t you rather have the woman who can seduce or charm your car payment out of you, leaving you to scramble to readjust your life, so that you make daily sacrifices and suffer for Her?   That, for a financial Sadist…is romantic….and erotic.

My regular readers will remember the story of Bankruptcy Boy J, who I helped sacrifice his last bit of financial security and gouged for thousands of dollars in just three days.  The last day he entered bankruptcy and on our last call, he told me how he kept looking in the mirror with a hardon and saying to himself. “im bankrupt!”   We eroticized the whole usually painful process.  Then he disappeared.  I suspected his credit cards were frozen.

Just last night I was asked about him, and  like a charm he called Me tonight.

I was right.  After his last 4 digit spending spree on Me, all his credit cards were cancelled within a matter of hours and even his bank account was frozen.

He is now living with a relative and working at Walmarts!  That is what I helped make his life into.  He took 25% of his first paltry paycheck, bought a prepaid credit card  at Walmarts and called me!
Soon he will have his bankruptcy papers and My work will be complete

I’m ready for the next bankruptcy vict—um volunteer.

Bankruptcy boy J, is actually on the phone with Me as I write this, because he is getting off on it.   All day long was devoted to his foreclosure and pending bankruptcy and the lucky boy has been walking around with a woody.

He tells Me that that he keeps looking the mirror and saying, you are going bankrupt!  And how much of a thrill he is getting from fucking over his life to serve Me.  So far today, he’s has spent another 1800 on Me, for a running total of almost 5K this week.

What better way to go out in a financial flashfire then to share the intimacy of that experience with a beautiful money sadist?