It was a nice chat, until I started asking too many questions. Giving her age as “late 20s,” she lives in Brooklyn, seems forthcoming and down to earth, doesn’t take herself too seriously, and rakes in over 0,000 a year -- all of which she claims on her taxes.After I requested proof of the ,000 transaction, they became testy. When I reached out to them for a follow-up chat, a representative told me that they “felt the tone of the conversation was borderline disrespectful,” and that future interviews were out of the question. And I kept encountering the same problem: most wouldn’t talk, many were hostile (unsurprising, given their line of work), some struck me as outright fakes. Her haul comes via cash and gifts from men who are happy to grovel online, fulfill Amazon wish lists, and send money via Western Union, all without meeting her IRL.
They see themselves as inadequate and believe that somebody better than them should be taking it.
It turns them on to not be in control of their finances; I’ve had people ask me to blackmail them, but I don’t do it -- I’d rather not wind up going to jail and have no interest in digging up dirt or pulling off extortion scams. A guy watches his money shipping out and his horniness escalates.
I get spoiled by my fin-dom submissives and can be so lazy sometimes. In fact, the more I brag and the more I show off money, the more excited people get. Some guys claim to be taking out cash advances to pay me. I wipe my ass with bills.” Seriously, what am I supposed to do with 20 dollars? There is a guy who messages me on Twitter and I type back, “Snap, snap.” That signals him to send me 0. Guys send me money after they read a posting on my website. He asked if I would hold the key -- actually both keys -- for his CB-3000. I required him to post pictures of himself on a Tumblr account -- to prove that he didn’t get broken out of it.
Whether it’s true or not, they need the rush of giving up something valuable -- and I don’t feel at all guilty about taking their money. I’ve communicated with slaves at work and told them that I need 0 right now. I sent him selfies that showed the key dangling around my neck. I was supposed to hold the key for a month and ended up making a grand for doing that.
I remember being a teenager and getting a rush from the sound of AOL dial-up connecting.
I chatted with other kids via IRC and learned HTML.
After getting the key, he emailed to say that he had the best release ever. He lived in London and got sent to New York for six weeks. It turned out that I was not the only one; he slutted around. I wasn’t jealous, but I wasn’t happy about it either. It wasn’t an emotional thing -- if he had stayed in New York, I wouldn’t have minded dating him, but I would have been looking for somebody better -- though I felt that I deserved the money.
He fell in love with me and I spent a lot of time with him.
[The client] was jealous, but being jealous turns him on.
Just hearing about me being with the Greek guy is enough of a reward for him.
Last year he paid for a girlfriend and I to fly business-class to Greece.