#finanial domination
Your Soulmate. 
Bridget!s new Bitch
Bailey’s Beta Bitch
Lisa’s new Sissy Maid
A stunner with a head for money
Alpha Males Play & Beta Males Pay
See you tomorrow sweetie
Complete Control of my Finances
This is your life
My wife has done this exact thing to me just before she walked out on me to go see her boyfriend for a night. I thought it was for one night but it ended up being for a 7 night cruise. I should have known what she was doing when she made such a statement before she walked out of our house. When she got home, she gave me the silent treatment for 3 days however she regularly spoke to her boyfriend on the phone rubbing it in my face. When she finally broke her silence, she told me I deserved everything she’s done to me the past 10 days because I have such a small dick.
Edited by and dedicated to a very fun Wild Dog
Earlier that month, your handler announced his plans for an out-of-state business trip that would result in him being away for the entire week. While you were dismayed by the disruption in physically serving him, he made it up to you by scheduling a proper send-off Friday evening through the end of Sunday.
After a long weekend serving him in every way imaginable, you reluctantly grabbed your work clothes, the leftover stir fry from yesterday’s dinner, and were properly dismissed by your handler. With his blessing and curious grin, you head back home to do laundry and prepare for another week at the office.
You got home late Sunday night and blurrily shower away the sweat, grime, and cum off your body. After assessing your wardrobe, you decided to push off doing the laundry for another night before passing out on your bed.
The next day, your phone’s alarm buzzed you awake and despite your sore body, you managed to groggily get out of bed, get dressed, grab your things, and drive yourself to work.
Once at your desk, you booted up your computer, clocked in, and then started to head over to the kitchenette to pour yourself a cup of fresh coffee. With coffee in hand, you then moved on to check your email from the weekend.
Just before you started on your work for the day, your phone lit up with the notification icon as a deep tone sounded. It was the special tone that was reserved for only when your handler texts you. Instinctively you reached for your phone to open it.
The message was a simple line of text, “Forgot something?”
It was followed by an attached photo of his hand holding your credit card against the backdrop of the airport lobby.
Your heart jumped into your throat as you hastily reached into your pocket to pull out your wallet. Whipping the leather wallet open, it was revealed that one of the wallet’s slots was empty.
You began to think back to the weekend’s session. The only time you left his house was Saturday night when your handler chose a take-out restaurant for dinner. While you were cleaning up, he phoned in an order and once you were done drying off he ordered you to drive him over. Once at the parking lot, you instinctively retrieved the card from your wallet and offered to pay just before he went inside for the pickup.
You racked your mind after that moment. Between the drive back and everything you did for him afterward, you couldn’t remember asking for your card back nor your handler bringing it up after dinner.
You closed your eyes and silently cursed yourself for not once thinking about your card back for the rest of the weekend. Just as your mind was about to run free with the potential implications, your phone let out another deep chime. Opening your eyes, you hesitantly moved your hand to the phone, and unlocked it to see what the new message was.
“Thanks for the caffeinated pick-me-up!~” followed by a few taunting emojis.
The attached picture was your handler, holding your card in front of the ceramic mug filled with a latte, topped with whipped cream.
Your heart rate raced again at the image and you immediately closed out of the message to boot up your mobile banking app. After punching in your bank pin and password, and waiting an agonizingly long load time you saw it. Sure enough under ‘pending transactions’ it listed a recent purchase of an eight dollar coffee purchased at the same company that was on the mug in the photo
‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself as you stared at the expected debt total. You were frugal and financially smart enough that you always could use your credit card without running into any problems. You then pondered the small coffee purchase and began debating if you should take it out of your current savings or wait to pay it back after your next paycheck. As you were weighing the options of where you were going to move the money, your train of thought was derailed by another deep chime.
You moved your thumb across the screen to click the newest notification, as your phone cycled back to the texting app, with your handler’s most recent message already loaded.
“Their coffee was so good, that I just had to get myself another cup to go!” followed by a series of kissy faces and a picture of a paper coffee cup outside of the shop.
You did not even need to double back to your bank account to know that your card paid for it. At that moment, the only thing you could do was type out your reply.
“I’m glad that I could buy you your coffee, sir. Please enjoy it.”
Another chime rang immediately after you sent your message, “Oh I will.”
You took another deep steadying breath before turning your phone’s screen off and going back to work. As you began, you took some solace in your office’s current promotion of bonuses, to be handed out based on going above the quota for the day. With that, you started to do some quick mental math about how much extra work you need to take on to make up for this costly mistake.
From then on you carried out your job, diligently working, pushing your sales skills to the limit, to go beyond expected goals for that potential weekly commission bonus. You stayed committed to working through this entire morning until another chime interrupted your focus as the phone lit up again.
Your eyes swiveled to the notification dot as you moved your hand away from your work phone towards your personal cell. A quick unlocked sequence revealed a picture of a thick and juicy burger resting next to some steak fries on a plate, next to a tall glass of beer.
Propped up perfectly against the base of the glass was your credit card with the caption, “The business lunch they sent us was just boring cold cuts, this was much more appropriate.”
The food looked warm, delicious, and expensive. It was just about lunchtime and your mouth was watering at the sight. With a bit of sorrow, you were reminded of the leftover noodles that were in the office fridge. Reluctantly you sent a reply to your handler, wishing him the best while you stood up and made your way to the office kitchen to reheat your own meal.
As you ate, you did the rough mental math of the cups of coffee and estimated the cost of the burger. You ultimately decided that it would be best to skip the last ten minutes of your lunch break to get a jump start back on hitting your work quota.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. There were no taunting texts from your handler or any work-related meetings which left you plenty of time to stay focused on your efficiency. When it was about time to pack up and head out, a small thought emerged from your stomach. A small niggling thought that was trying to justify all your hard work today with a quick bite to eat on the way home. If on cue, your phone let out another deep chime and you were greeted with a picture of your credit card being used as a coaster to a martini glass which quickly squelched your stomach’s plans as you resigned to fixing a meal at home.
The next day was more of the same, with your handler sending you a good morning text in the form of a picture of a toasted bagel with cream cheese and lox. The next text came a few hours after that, “Made some changes to your card, no need to thank me pig but I’ll gladly accept it~”
It was just another picture of your credit card on a desk, but now it had the word “FORFEIT” in big black lettering with a layer of clear tape applied on top to preserve it. Your name was scribbled out and the words, “Finsub’s Piggy Bank” were written just above it.
You just stared at it, gobsmacked, as all your thoughts of the day were sandblasted away. Your eyes glued to your phone as you reread the message over and over again.
Your phone chimed again as the next message that appeared was a photo of your handler’s arm outstretched, holding your modified credit card on a sidewalk of bustling people in broad daylight.
Your heart rate skyrocketed at the implications of anyone near your handler seeing your card on their way to work. Then pondering that even more, you quickly looked up from your phone and scanned the office to ensure that none of your co-workers could have possibly seen what you were staring at on your screen.
You then went back to your phone and sent a rushed, ‘Thank you Sir’ before turning off the screen, flipping your phone over, to resume work.
A cycle soon emerged during the rest of the week. You got up, got dressed, went to work, and then throughout the day you would receive text after text from your handler with pictures of breakfasts, snacks, and other extraneous purchases. Each picture included your vandalized credit card, clearly in view. With each text came the promise of debt under your name and it motivated you, out of necessity, to work hard and push beyond your daily quota.
Just at the end of each day, when it looked like you were going to pull ahead of the debt, or at least stay in the black, your dom would always hit you with one last text of the night. This caused you to work even harder the next morning while brainstorming what you could do when your handler returned on Saturday morning to reclaim your credit card. You were working so well in fact that your manager took notice and praised you for the renewed zest in your output.
Finally, Friday evening arrived and you opened up your banking app to verify that your paycheck and bonus went through while assessing the damage caused by your handler’s spending spree. You slipped your phone into your pocket and packed up for the week. It was then you received one additional deep chime. Taking a steady deep breath you reached down and pulled out your phone.
A picture appeared of your handler decked out head to toe. He had on a new leather harness, vest, pants, and boots and brandished a finely crafted deerskin flogger. The picture’s caption read, “Found out about this local leather shop on my last day here. I just love to support small businesses while splurging on a new outfit” with additional kissy faces.
‘Fuck, there goes that plan out the window’ you whinged as you rolled your head back in dismay. But another part of you grew aroused at the thought of seeing your handler’s new gear in person and the knowledge of who would feel that flogger soon enough.
Then another chime tolled from your phone with another text from him. “I got something for you too.”
The photo finished loading to show your owner’s hand holding up an elaborate rubber pig hood with a built-in gag and an attached locking collar.
In that moment of horny submissive defeat, all you could do was smirk and typed out your reply,
“Oink.”
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