Financial deprivation

...or financial castration. Whichever is more convenient.

I want to warn you that these fantasies will remain safe only as long as they remain fantasies. If you suddenly fall madly in love with this story and start daydreaming, remember: in reality, everything will be completely different. Don't even think about playing like this! Although, to be honest, it's everyone's own business...

Respectfully, your humble servant — еric.

Many won't understand me, but I've finally made up my mind! I admit, the decision wasn't the hardest, but still. I always wanted to try something that wouldn't just give me thrills, but would literally blow

my emotions wide open! I ask you not to judge me in advance, because everyone has their own inclinations, and mine are like this. I, a wealthy young man, voluntarily transferred all my money and all my property to the disposal of a woman I don't know. Everything, down to the last penny! At the moment, I can't afford even a fraction of what I could afford not long ago. The woman turned out to be cruel and, without any coddling, put the author of these lines in such excruciating conditions that my head is still spinning from such a downward flight.

I, who used to casually handle millions, am now forced to cook "Doshirak" in the company of migrant workers. I, who just yesterday could change women like gloves, now watch skirts go by with a helpless gaze. I, who just yesterday could say anything to anyone, now don't dare open my mouth unnecessarily. But isn't this what I wanted? Exactly this! Do I regret it? Yes! And now, in order.

***

Even in my youth, having experienced the joy of communicating with the fair sex, I quickly realized that something was missing in this communication for me. Some kind of edge. Even if a girl or woman was good-looking and we had great sex, after it was over, I was doomed to feel a deep melancholy. Once, my girlfriend started scolding and insulting me during sex. At the time, it was perceived as something new and I liked it terribly. I asked her to do it constantly and soon couldn't come without her rudeness. After breaking up, I missed not even her, but those words of hers. Then I met another girl—a natural top. With her, I became acquainted with the sweet world of pain inflicted by a woman. That world was beautiful, but a breakup lay ahead. And all because we quickly burned out our passion and became uninteresting to each other.

Ordinary relationships with ordinary girls didn't work out at all: I dreamed of a Mistress! But not just a Mistress who would humiliate and punish a little, but a magnificent Domina who would make me suffer for real. One who would truly take my life into her hands and do exactly as she wants. And most importantly, so that with all this, I would have no opinion or right to speak! So that She and only She would decide who I am and how I would live. So that I couldn't say to her: "You know, darling, do this and that... but I don't like it like that..." So that I would be submissively at her feet and, holding my breath, await a decision completely unknown to me. But I was rich, and money, no matter how you slice it, is a strong argument in today's world. Therefore, kneeling by a woman's elegant feet, I understood that at any moment I could refuse to fulfill her whims. And if I got tired, I could just get up and tell it all to go to hell! This state of affairs didn't suit me; it didn't let me feel the full depth of what was happening. I wanted to be on my knees and know that in any case, I couldn't go anywhere anymore and that now, at the snap of her fingers, my new home would be a cardboard refrigerator box. And that I had to behave carefully and be obedient.

It turned out that finding a woman ready to take my life into her hands is far from simple. No, there are plenty of stupid chicks ready to accept endless expensive gifts, but truly intelligent, beautiful, and cunning women are very few. I didn't want to end up under the power of an obvious fool; I needed an intellectually developed and cunning individual. Moreover, with good looks on top of that. These are the necessary qualities of my ruler. I believe that with my substantial wealth, I have the right to be picky. Especially since I wasn't just choosing a Mistress, but the actual manager of my fate, my property, and my millions.

It took me three months, and to my luck, I found such a woman. After some time, I realized how lucky I was, because all those necessary qualities were fused in her. She quickly understood what I wanted, and the noose I had willingly put on myself began to tighten rapidly around my neck. She tightened the noose quickly, but very beautifully and even played with me to her heart's content. Though she only started playing after she realized I was already powerless to change anything.

I couldn't imagine that when the noose tightened, this woman, metaphorically speaking, would put so many new "nooses" on me that I wouldn't even be able to move. In the end, it turned out that after tying me up with "ropes," this cunning beauty didn't just humiliate me, but completely destroyed and trampled me into the dirt! I crawled at her feet, begging for mercy, begging her to return at least part of my financial standing, but my words no longer had any significance.

After quickly stripping me to the bone, she began to drive me into increasingly strict frameworks. I felt how one can instantly lose control of a situation and find oneself without the right to object to anything. The flight from the peak to the bottom didn't last long; in the end, I found myself at the woman's feet in a completely humiliated state. However, I felt something completely different from what I had fantasized about.

***

Since my youth, I didn't consider myself a golden boy, although as I got older, I began to understand and recognize what envy looks like in other people's eyes. Time passed, and I realized that I was one after all. I grew up as a well-off child, then became a privileged teenager, and later—a wealthy young man. I was dodged from the army, everything at the institute was bought, and a job as a manager was immediately secured for me. In short, I passed social milestones thanks to my parents' money and connections. When they were gone and I was left alone, I began to understand that not everything in life is simple and smooth. But the inherited finances were a huge amount, and with proper management, they would have been enough for several lifetimes.

The large business my father developed was taken from me almost immediately. Smart boy lawyers in expensive suits quickly made it so that I didn't even own a floor rag in the huge enterprise anymore. Although theoretically, the rag belonged to me, because the new board of directors, apparently joking, decided to appoint me as the cleaner of office and production premises. That was the first time I felt some incredible internal state, imagining myself washing floors while my father's former competitors would sit in the director's chairs of our family enterprise.

Fear, shame, and excitement stirred my fantasies in a new way. Perhaps, if I had nothing else besides this enterprise, I would have agreed to such a humiliating position, but at that time, another secondary business, a bunch of property, plus money in bank accounts had also passed to me. So I had no time to grieve or try myself in the new role of a cleaner. By the way, I later played out this scenario more than once with girls from elite escort services: against the backdrop of all the events, my fantasies flared up with a hot flame.

I dated beautiful girls, had a good time. Drank expensive alcohol, visited restaurants. Bought new cars, gave gifts to girls. I had no time to deal with business, and soon I lost the second business. But again, there was no time to be upset: the money I had left was as if I hadn't even started spending it!

A striking woman named Dominika burst into my life like a hurricane! A chance meeting, a conversation, two short dates, and the agonizing wait for sexual intimacy. However, Dominika was in no hurry to get into my bed. Over a glass of champagne in a restaurant, I told her in detail about my desire, which by that moment was simply bursting out of me. Dominika reacted to my words with restraint, and later I understood why. She said she had already heard similar proposals from men, but it always ended with them, after achieving intimacy, simply disappearing. Dominika said that if I so badly wanted to become a financial slave and experience real moral humiliation, I had to prove it. Simple talk doesn't mean anything yet; maybe I get pleasure from the conversation itself, not from the fact.

In short, to prove my intentions, I had to immediately empty all the contents of my bank accounts! I said there was too much there and if I converted everything to cash, it probably wouldn't fit in one case. Smiling, she said that this was the necessary step that lies between a windbag and a man of action.

And it began.

The next day, I withdrew all the money stored in my accounts and brought it to her. She scheduled the meeting in an expensive hotel room, which I was obliged to book and pay for. When a large case stuffed with the largest possible banknotes of rubles, dollars, and euros lay on the table, Dominika ordered me to undress and get on my knees. I did so and began to await her actions. But she, as if nothing had happened, looked at the money, closed the case, and, taking it, headed for the exit.

— Is that all? — she asked, looking back.

— Absolutely everything. I have no more money.

— Wonderful. But I'll check that.

She walked on, but I stopped her with a whining plea:

— Wait! What should I do? Maybe you'll stay?

— I'm busy today. You must wait for my call. I'll call and tell you what to do next. You've taken the first step, well done. But for now, you're still quite independent. To lose that independence, you must transfer to me everything else you have.

— Maybe you could spare me a little time?... — For some reason, I suddenly really wanted to come on her shoes. — Please! Just five minutes...

— Do as I said, and I'll give you time. But now I have to go.

For a few seconds, I enjoyed the pleasant click of her heels, remaining on my knees in the middle of the luxurious room. I was filled with unusual feelings. As if the already taut strings were pulled even tighter. But the limit of tension had not yet been reached. And I knew it had to come precisely when the rest came under her control. It seemed to me this was the only right decision, and I saw no other options!

I honestly gave her all my money, not even hiding a few thousand dollars for myself. In just a minute, I lost my status as a dollar millionaire. Realizing my new status, I started jerking off and came all over the carpet.

***

The next day, she ordered me to appear at a certain law firm, where her people began preparing documents. A solid office in a business center greeted me with smiles and good coffee. A whole series of signatures awaited me ahead, and here I began to doubt! I got scared. I no longer had money, and now, with a few waves of my hand, I was losing everything else. Absolutely everything!!! That is, I was facing not just poverty, but complete destitution! And Dominika is a complete stranger to me! I know nothing about her! It's unlikely this long-legged doll will pity me. She'll gladly send my life to the bottom.

Pushing the papers aside, I rushed out of the law firm, greedily gulping air. I had something like a panic attack. "No, this can't be happening! Why am I such a fool?!" echoed in my head. Probably, I had made a mistake in my life, but it was comforting that I could still stop everything. I would have done so, but Dominika corrected the situation: my pocket phone rang. She forbade me from sniveling. Said she was expecting me at her place in the evening, gave me the address.

In theory, this was the situation where I still had the right to declare my refusal to play this dangerous game and demand the money back. One word from me could decide the outcome and save me from the fall. But a sudden wave of animal lust clouded my brain! My sexual ideas had heated up to such a state that it was impossible to control them. Visions floated before my eyes of how I would become a complete financial slave to this girl... how she would twist me like a toy...

In short, I promised to arrive exactly at the appointed hour.

***

The address was an excellent new building, a multi-story house. It occurred to me that now I would know where my financial Mistress lived. Went up to the floor, rang the doorbell. Dominika met me with her hair down, in beige tight leggings and a white home tank top. An aura of femininity and sexuality emanated from her. You just desperately want women like that! I felt a rush in my lower abdomen. She smiled warmly, and I almost thought we'd go to the kitchen now, have some tea, chat... yeah... I was dreaming.

— Take off your shoes, undress, and get on your knees, — she ordered. Her voice was soft, but the tone brooked no objections. If I had refused, I would have been thrown out the door without a word...

A minute later, I was naked and assumed the eternal pose of a slave.

— Get used to it, this is now your permanent position, — she said. — You must always get on your knees. Don't forget what fate you chose for yourself. Crawl after me.

She went into a large room and sat in an armchair, ordered me to kneel directly opposite. I was silent, understanding that she should speak.

— I was told you put on a show today. Started acting up, refused to sign. Do you understand that's not good? I hired some pretty good lawyers, paid them. Their rates aren't small. You see, I have to pay now because you're a guy without money.

She got up from the armchair and a second later her face was next to mine.

— Do you think I'll let you, a nonentity, treat my money like that?! What do you think you're doing?! Remember, you must not cause me problems, you must do as I tell you! Understand?

— I understand you. I'm sorry. — My voice probably sounded like that of a guilty whore.

Dominika ruffled my hair and stroked my neck. Then lightly slapped my cheek. Then once more and said:

— I have serious connections: today I found out everything about you. Where you were born, where you grew up, who your parents were, and everything else. You have a banal biography. I also found out you didn't lie to me: everything was indeed withdrawn from your bank accounts down to the last cent, and that amount matches exactly, down to the dollar, what was in the case. You have no safe deposit boxes or offshore accounts either. I now have the entire list of your property. Two apartments in the center, cars, parking spaces, three vacant offices. All together is worth about fourteen million dollars.

— That's right! — I hastily interjected. — I can start preparing everything for sale.

— Be quiet. You won't do anything anymore; I'll do everything that's needed. Because I now decide your financial and administrative matters. I only need three signatures from you. You won't lose the property yet, but this will give me the right to manage it myself.

— That easily and simply? — I was surprised. — I thought it was such a bureaucratic hassle.

— It is, but I told you—connections. And anyway, it's none of your business. Don't ask questions. Just shut up and sign.

She squatted down and looked into my eyes:

— Right now, you could back out, start setting conditions, or try to drag things out... I just want you to know: I've already set a certain mechanism in motion. So in principle, I don't even really need your signatures. After you gave my lawyers all your documents and even, running away, left your passport with them, it won't be a problem for me to do everything necessary. Now, under any circumstances, you'll lose everything; it's just a matter of timing. So be an obedient boy and don't cause trouble. If you only knew who you've gotten involved with... you're easy prey for me, I'd say—dessert.

— Really? Can I ask what you do?

Dominika smiled slyly and answered:

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