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

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.

Bankruptcy boy J, is actually on the phone with Me as I write this, because he is getting off on it.   All day long was devoted to his foreclosure and pending bankruptcy and the lucky boy has been walking around with a woody.

He tells Me that that he keeps looking the mirror and saying, you are going bankrupt!  And how much of a thrill he is getting from fucking over his life to serve Me.  So far today, he’s has spent another 1800 on Me, for a running total of almost 5K this week.

What better way to go out in a financial flashfire then to share the intimacy of that experience with a beautiful money sadist?

Even after I posted his story yesterday, the drama for the day wasn’t over.

I finished my evening with a 32 minute $40 a minute call with boy J, dedicated to bankruptcy for Me instead of a mortgage company.

For every fifty dollars he is spending on Me, he is printing out a Fifty Dollar Queen Lauren bill and putting it in his wallet.  His wallet is getting pretty thick.

He began his day today sending Me $1000 in emails and then a nice long $1050 phone conversation.  He called right after he had been on the phone with his mortgage company giving him the foreclosure news that he was being foreclosed on March 15th.  They stuck a “For sale by lender” sign in his front yard this morning.  It made his dick hard and he sent me the 1K in ppv mails then called Me.

I’m sure he’s off to the store to buy more copy paper to print up more Lauren Bucks. No doubt I’ll be hearing from him again tonight.  So far this week he’s handed over more than 4 thousand to me and I plan to take more while the harvest is ripe. Yum.  Just as it should be.

So I’m due to close on my home the same week he is losing his, and plans to give me every penny he can to make My experience easier.  It is harder to ask for more from a slave. (But I’m working on that!)

And so many of the rest of you are filling up my email box all turned on my Bankruptcy J’s story!  The rest of you financial slaves getting turned on by it, can send me a tribute, you hear? 🙂

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!!

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.