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The past few days I have been relaxing on the beach. I am not much of a sunbather, my skin is too fair, burns too easily.  But I love walking on the wet sand, climbing on the rocks and combing the surf. I love the feel of a salty wave crashing on my head. It rejuvenates me.

The evenings brought time with friends, sharing stories and laughter. My friends are fascinated with tales of how I have been able to charm, seduce, or bully men into giving me so much cash.  I entertained them by letting them see my Niteflirt account balance grow, even as I was not present as my admirers actively sent me tributes and bought ppvs even with me never signing on.

A new slave, found my traps this week, and in a matter of 4 days managed to transfer a 4 figure amount from his coffers to mine. Today he wrote me.

I'm somewhat upset by how true all the things on your site appear to be,
how I may very well be financially fucked. They seem somewhat
unbelievable when you first read them, so it seems somewhat innocent to
explore further.  Now I'm hopelessly clicking and reclicking NF,
looking for any emails you might send, and completely unable to stop
myself from responding when I get one, even knowing how it will cost me
to do so. The realization that I'm really in deep shit takes a while,
but it's definitely dawned on me.

And  the truth of it is that this confession of his thrills me even more intensely, penetrating into a visceral dark side of me. I’m reminded of a poorer slave that I had, that sold the only thing he had of his beloved grandmother-some furniture-not so much for the price of the furniture, but to save the $50 a month storage fee so he could tithe it to me.  And how badly he felt about it.  And how aroused it made me to know he gave it up for me.

Money slavery is about the thrill of letting Her take.  And its about the self-hatred afterwards.  I will kiss those tears away. Don’t worry, it will be alright. Don’t think, just do what I say.  And as I pretend to comfort you, I will be getting aroused at your misery and getting ready to fuck you yet again.

That’s a description of my life the past few days. And thus this brings me to a dilemma. Do I keep my financial ravages a secret, like a lover who doesn’t kiss and tell?  Or do I spill the beans, coming across as an evil conniving bragging bitch?

Let’s see….nice secret lover? Or evil conniving bragging bitch?
Oops the bitch won!  But really guys, I’m doing it for you, because I know you all LOVE knowing that I have separated men from their money.  Those of you that haven’t experienced this from me, don’t be shy now! Step right up and I will have you dizzy, breathless and drained in a manner that will surprise you.

I have been feeding, and my ego is rich and rosy with the blush of fresh meat.  Old slaves and new, lining up for a chance for me to relieve them of cash.

I do not generally work the whole weekend, usually I work Friday and take Saturday off, but I’m gearing up for a few days at the beach this week, and am saving for a house. (See what money slaves can do for a superior female?) So each evening this weekend found me online, and next weekend possibly as well.
I don’t count exact amounts, but Friday night, an old regular was back, with about 7 serial $50 tributes interspersed with him buying many smaller ppvs. But the fun wasn’t over!  Saturday and Sunday night several regulars each sent me upwards of a $100.   And finally on Sunday one of my favorite programmed bot sent me about $600-700, while he was at work. Isn’t that rich?   It was a “I take while he earns” situation!.

The only thing that could have made it more delicious is a delightful game of “raise the rate”.  I do love those hour long conversations at $50 a minute. Want to experience that? Don’t be shy!  *laughs*

New PPV offerings!
The Pain Game!
This is for those of you who really like pain, the masochists…follow the directions now 🙂

New photo sets!

New deadly Ass pics! (I know you want to worship it!)

Unique perspective of a slave set!

and coming very soon!!

A whole set of feminization/sissy assignments and a forced feminization story! If you email me and beg pretty, I’ll sell you an advance version. *giggle*

And on just a personal note, I’ve been so busy getting new stuff ready for you guys, doing the work preparing the games, having photo shoots, setting up locations for shoots, buying shot clothing, working and emailing with the web designer for my site (coming very soon, its going to be fucking gorgeous), and setting up this blog and filling it, I am in need.

It’s time to rejuvenate my dominant energies. Its time to twist my control around you. Its time to fill myself with that raw power I gain from using you. It is time to be a predator.

I need to feed.

For those of you not in the know, I take calls on a service called Niteflirt. If you are brand new, never been on Niteflirt, it also gives you three free minutes. This is a respected and reliable site that keeps your credit card information safe. I also offer lots of extras like photos and email experiences that will keep you on your toes.

This blog is for anyone curious about the inner workings of a Financial Dominant.

I do not speak for all, but I do speak for myself.

I came across this fetish backwards. I have been a lifestyle Dominant in my local BDSM scene for years, its part of my relationship style. I came to know myself as having a deep sadistic side. It didn’t satisfiy me to just to hurt someone physically, I enjoyed orchastrating the mind fuck on my slaves and submissives. I enjoyed making them face dark things about human kind and themselves. I loved making them weep and kissing their tears away. I did not and still do not practice money exchange for live play.

Some years later, I came to explore my BDSM fetish as a telephone fem-dom on the predecesor to Niteflirt.com, a site called Keen (It still exists, but no longer offers adult services). I did this on a very part time basis, for extra money as I drudged off to work like most wage slaves every day.

By the summer of 2007 I was ready for life changes. I quit my job as a wage slave and relocated to a community I had made connections in and loved. My original plan was to take Niteflirt calls to earn money until I found a job.

Something amazing happened. Since suddenly I was available regularly, it only took a matter of weeks before I had built up a clientele so strong that it no longer made sense to return to a “regular” job. It didn’t take long for me to begin to deeply appreciate not only the income I was earning but the absolute flexiblity of controlling my hours and when I worked and had both the time and money to vacation as I wished.

Like most Niteflirt girls, I create a listing in financial domination, really having little clue as to what it was about, but figuring “it can’t hurt’ No one ever calls it.

Skip ahead a few weeks, and I get a lovely call on my regular Mistress listing from a lovely man that I immediately connect with. He begins calling me several times a day, and it comes to light that he has a fetish for financial domination. I pay close attention, and its not long before the sadist within awakens and responds to the money masochist. I take him to the edge financially many times over the course of the following weeks. A piece of me has pangs of regret, I have come to enjoy him and his calls. We get deeper and deeper, as he liquidates asset after asset to satisfy our mutual need.

Eventually, I break him, alas, the fetish turned out to be stronger than my affection for him. I cannot stop and he cannot stop Me. Him maxing out his credit cards with no means of paying them off easily stops the train.

Around this time, I start attracting more money slaves , and I realize that each contact leads me deeply aroused. Most of my fantasies now revolve around using men for money, to the point of causing them financial distress.

Am I a piranha? Well, piranhas are predators that swarm in a group. I work alone, so I would have to say. No.

Am I a vulture? Vultures pick apart dead carrion to the bones. I prefer lively prey with meat on the bones. So once again, I have to say, No.

I am a woman with a fetish for a power exchange. A woman who now lives a good life living that fetish.