Category — wallet rape

Although my favorite way to wallet rape a man is live, there is something potent about creating a PPV game that makes a man trance out on My images, My words, sometimes My voice and click and pay and click and pay.

It’s delicious to wake up and find that My account is hundreds even thousands of dollars enriched because of mindless click and pay game play piggies.  Its a lovely way to start a day.

So I’m getting a new game ready.  Be very afraid.

Buy them. Lauren is your cheeky findomme!

From a new photo shoot I did.

Cheeky photos #1

Cheeky photo set #2

Cheeky photo set #3

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.

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!)