Another amazing letter describing how I’m financially enslaving a helpless man!

*kneels before his Mistress*

Hello Mistress Lauren.  I wanted you to know that I tried to leave feedback after midnight last night, but I’m not able to leave feedback yet.  I just tried again, two minutes prior to this email, and it still is not letting me.  I think NF is on an actual 24hr. feedback schedule.  Like, I need to wait 24hrs. from my first feedback given to you before I can leave another.  I thought it would reset after midnight.  Please forgive my assumption.  However, I will leave you the feedback you deserve when I am able.  Thank you for abusing me yesterday Mistress.

I’m in love with your wicked laugh.  I LOVE how you enjoy brainwashing me into a mindless fuck you can drain.  I keep thinking about what was said in the emails I bought; particularly the one about me on my knees behind you, worshipping your ass, as you take my ATM card.  I imagine you becoming stern in your demands, “Give me your PIN number,” but I hesitate.  You slap my face once and watch my lust build and my attention completely on you as you lock my gaze with your eyes.  ”Give me your PIN number pig, NOW!”  I blurt it out without hesitation as you shove my face back into your perfect ass immediately after taking my PIN.

I can feel you’re the type of woman that can get whatever she wants when she has a man caught in her presence.  There’s nowhere to run.  Being in your presence, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from grabbing at me, breathing in my face, spitting in my mouth (drugged by your taste).  Weaker and weaker as I grew harder beyond my control.  I wouldn’t be able to shut off your words that penetrate my weakened mind; brainwashing me into submission.  I could stop myself or finish myself when I’m alone to stop from making stupid decisions.  I can hang up the phone to shut off the brainwashing.  My life would be in danger if I were near you…I’m sure of it.  But it’s SO HOT to think about, Mistress.

Hungry for You,

slave tim

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

I got this very stimulating letter from a boy about My wallet rape photos….

Dear Mistress Lauren,

You were quite correct about the wallet rape frenzy making my cock twitch, so I had to buy the three pictures.

I found picture 8 amazing as the wallet looks like a vagina about to be fucked by your strap on. This had quite an effect on me as in my mind it is my vagina (which feels weird for me as a guy to admit), about to be raped and you are in control with the cock. I imagined the thrusts of your cock making the notes and credit cards fall out, which is what you want and I am powerless to stop you.

Mistress, you have a real gift of every now and then finding triggers in my mind which leave me weak and I find impossible to ignore your request. I have used NF on and off for a number of years but there is so much now which I find, well, boring really. It is just all the same. So it is so good to find something psychologically exciting and of such good quality. Thank you.

nb

Want to see the photos to which he is referring?  Buy them here

This is my week for smiling at the letters and im messages I am getting from those that serve Me..

This one greeted Me in my mailbox today

i wanted to thank You for last night, Lauren, Mistress.  it had been so long and it was so necessary.

i was thinking about Your narrative on this page and the honest it contains.  i certainly cannot argue with the notion that You conditioned me for future use.  i’m living proof of that.  however, You fail to mention that You do that by taking damaged goods….allowing & encouraging them to care again.  Sure, You’re a Findomme, who excels at & redefines Her craft, but You do it with such grace and humor and gentility that it makes all things fresh and alive again.

Thank You for being You, Lauren!

And when I turned on My yahoo this morning, there were several messages from followers, this one I liked:

just some words about the Letter from your moneyslave on your blog… He couldn’t say it better… it’s impossible to explain… but, this is your power, this is what makes you different from all the other… The power is in your mind, impossible to resist. It’s just like you can read minds and manipulate them to get what you want. That’s why I call you GOD

Well, I prefer Mistress to God, but I do appreciate the sentiment!  I do Financial Domination in MY own way (like any good Dominant) The flavor varies from slave to slave actually, because I am a “master” of manipulating men to want what I want. Many have the mistaken notion that an effective FemDomme gets Her slaves/submissives to do what She wants.  *smile*  She actually gets them to *want* what She wants. It’s an important distinction, but it does require a slave who is vulnerable to My seductions. And most of you are….