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