Category — financial predator

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.

I have mentioned before that I am house hunting, and actually putting an offer on a home today (If I can talk them down a bit…)  And the kinky part of me looks at all the possibilities in a home that I can’t freely verbalize to the Realtor without scandalizing him.  Each place for equipment, or attachment points gets noted with a smile. I envision lots of kinky parties.  And a dungeon in the ….basement (And part of it has these beautiful rough stone walls that look dungeon-like!)
I do have an ultimate fantasy for a well appointed dungeon, one I’ve never actually heard of.

Imagine the bondage furniture. Imagine the wall of well apointed toys.  Rows of strap ons and whips and leather implements. Chains. The smell of leather.

And then imagine in a prominent corner, a banking center.  An ATM machine, a little teller window capable of processing loans and checks and transfers.  Even a bookish teller quietly standing behind the bars in the teller window waiting to do his/her duty.

And then the slaves.  Money slaves arriving for their session to thoroughly rape them of all their assets, using every tool at my disposal.   Yum.

I don’t “really” see having a bank in my dungeon as hugely feasible….nor am I really interested in running a professional dungeon. Very problematic in my community in fact.

And of course, actually getting an ATM in my home..highly unlikely.

But maybe I can run credit cards…..*giggles*

Oh and here is a photo from the latest shoot. Wearing that fur felt so very luxurious. Wait until you see how much I tease with this shoot.  (Email me and ask me about it!)