Category — money slavery

A few days ago I posted a suggestion that those of you losers close to an inevitable bankruptcy allow Me the honor of finishing off your financial woes.

And Bankruptcy boy J has taken Me up on My kind offer.

He is four months behind on his mortgage and has maxed out most of his credit cards.  He is about to be closed on by a mortgage company I will not name, but will tell you has been IN THE NEWS as a prime example of sub-prime mortgage stupidity and is one of the beneficiaries of the government bailout.Edit

So instead of giving anymore money to that corrupt and useless corporation, instead he is giving the rest of his money until he is broken to Me.  Today I jacked up the phone rate on him, and got money he had earmarked to try to make a mortgage payment, and we will be maxing out his two remaining credit cards over the next few days and then he will have NOTHING.

His money will go to such better use for Me…as I finance my sensible prime fixed rate mortgage in my house buying quest!  I can fill it with beautiful new furniture faster than I hoped.  There is a leather living room set I have my eye on.

So today…I get $1500 instead of the floundering stupid mortgage company in Niteflirt money, and he has promised me a fat Amazon giftcard to buy some new furniture for my house (3 1/2 more weeks!)

I will keep you all tuned for the continueing adventure of Bankruptcy boy J.

If anyone else cares to have Me guide them into bankrupcy, I will begin to keep a running total for a few weeks on how much money has been saved from the government bailout and given to Me instead!!

I got this email from one of My slaves

Dear Mistress Lauren

I definitely have a problem I can’t control. You control it.  It scares me to know you can do whatever you want with me and I am helpless to stop you. I love you and I hate you. You excite me like no other has. The notion I can get you hot by playing your games makes me try even harder. Your games take complete control over me. I was shopping at the supermarket yesterday and I hesitated to pay $8.99 for some buffalo wings, thinking that was too much.  Then I remembered how easily I hand over thousands of dollars to you.  Anyhow I didn’t get the wings. I’m afraid that someday I will give you everything I have.  I know that is your plan, but I don’t know what I can do to prevent it.

Your slave,

phil

He sacrificed his chicken wings, and I turned around and sent him an email for the price of them, 8.99….just for the point of it! (That’s much cheaper then he usually gets). (yes he paid it!)

To drive in the point that he is there to sacrifice for Me…..I’ll take the $8.99 and much much more, thank you very much!

Are you dancing on the brink of financial disaster?  Too many bills? Your stock holdings have tanked? Not enough income?   You know you’re on a collision course with the bottom and its going to result in you losing it ALL.

So I have a better idea.   Instead of letting it gradually be eaten up by mismanged credit companies and mortgage companies that had executives escape with golden parachutes, and lawyers who do nothing but harass you with pay now letters and the endless pit of the IRS…..instead of that, go out with style.
Allow Me to do the honor of nailing the final nail in the coffin.

I deserve your last few dollars much more than any of those bastards.  I’m still living in style, but I do LOVE being the catalyst for a spectacular crash and burn of your finances.   So go out with a bang and let ME fuck you over.

Not on the verge of bankruptcy?  Want to know what it feels like?

Just call or email and I will show you how a manipulative, exploitative beauty loves to wallet fuck you.

I am patient.  I work My potential money slaves.

Every slave is a potential money slave to Me, even though slaves serve Me in other capacities.

So what do I mean when I say I ‘work’ a slave? That means that I learn about him, what motivates him, what triggers he has, what buttons I can push.

Then I push the buttons and link the act with financial sacrifice.  Or I simply make him care so much about how I make him feel, that he will make any sacrifice do ANYTHING to serve Me, including spending a boatload of money.

I’m working one slave right now to push him over the edge to give me his savings that he has for a home downpayment.   I mean, I’m buying a home right now myself, and I deserve that money more then he does. And I know when that said slave reads this, he will call me.

Sounds cold?  Yep.  But really…that is what a financial domme does.  I’m warm when it’s needed, but I occasionally train my slaves to be aroused by coldness and misery.  I know how to do it..I know how to be perfectly mean.
Or maybe I train by making them feel like their service is important in my life and they are proud to render to Lauren what is Lauren’s…. because I am superior.

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!)