Paypig Seduction: A Findom Tale
Copyright© 2024 by Totzman
Chapter 2
“Addiction Counseling, how may I help you?”
“Hello. My name is Martin Hambly. My coworker Kyle Belmont recommended you. I think I might be in need of your services.”
“Of course, sir. What addiction do you need help managing?”
“It’s a ... my addiction is Financial Domination. Um, do you know what that is?”
“Financial Domination? Yes, I’m familiar with that. Our office has had a handful of patients with that addiction in recent years. Can I ask you a few questions about your situation?”
Martin agreed.
“How long have you had this addiction?”
“Almost five months. It’s been steadily getting more extreme over the summer, and now, I might be at the point where-” he trailed off. He didn’t want to say it. Not out loud.
“It’s all right, Mr. Hambly, you can talk to me.”
“It’s at the point where I can’t get excited by anything else. I’m in this, and I don’t think I can get out.”
“Mr. Hambly, I promise you, you’re never beyond all help. All it takes is a willingness to reach out for assistance when you need it. I’ve helped a lot of addicts manage their fixations in a way that enables them to reach their full potential in life. The question is, Mr. Hambly, do you WANT help with your addiction?”
“I do,” Martin said unequivocally.
“Then I promise I will help. All I ask is that you trust me and you trust the process, and you can live the life you truly want.”
Martin was skeptical, but the counselor’s confidence compelled him to keep listening.
“Now tell me, if you can remember, when was the first time you felt you were truly addicted? The moment where you realized you had lost control- what were you doing in that moment?”
Martin thought for a second.
“It was around the end of last April. I had just spent over a thousand dollars in one evening, and I’d TOLD myself, it was a one time thing. But the feelings it left me with ... I ended up calling her the very next day...”
So Much For “Just a One Time Thing”
Martin Hambly couldn’t sleep. He tossed, he turned, but no matter what position he lay, he could not get relaxed enough to fall asleep. He glanced at his bedside clock, and saw it read 3:08. He’d been wide awake for the past four hours, and he had work in the morning. Still, his brain seemed determined to be running on all cylinders.
He could not stop thinking about Mistress Nadine. Her voice, her body, her mind, and most of all, how good it felt to give her his money.
The mind game she had played on him had worked to perfection. She had trained him to pay her, she had trained him to enjoy paying her, and maybe, possibly, if his restlessness was any indication, she had trained him to NEED to pay her.
Just as that thought had crossed his mind, Martin realized that his penis was swelling. Within seconds he was at full mast, and any doubts he had about Nadine’s hold over him had vanished. She OWNED him. He may have never met her in person, but the leash she held around his mind was as tight as any noose.
He decided in that moment that he needed to look at her profile again. He wasn’t getting any sleep anytime soon anyway, so it seemed that there would be little loss in him creeping out of bed and turning on his computer in the middle of the night. He quickly clicked his way to phonephantasy.com and logged into his account, where Mistress Nadine’s profile would be at the top of his favorites list.
There it was, waiting for him, and to his surprise, her call sign was set to Available. Martin didn’t know that Nadine ever took calls in the middle of the night, least of all when she was on vacation.
He didn’t dare call her; he might have been horny but he wasn’t about to jump down that rabbit hole. Not at quarter after three in the morning on a work night, and not in the wake of his latest credit card bill, which had arrived two days prior.
It was humiliating looking at that statement; seeing all the charges made at Phone Phantasy that had racked up into the thousands over the past month. It was the cold slap to the face he’d needed after telling Mistress Nadine that he needed another hard cash drain. He’d been avoiding the mistress ever since.
Yet here he was staring at her profile instead of sleeping; contemplating reaching out, asking, maybe even begging for a little more attention. His credit card bill was there on his desk. He’d left it there to remind himself why he needed to stay away from her.
And then he saw the unread mail in his inbox.
“Need a little late night draining?” was the subject line.
He clicked the mail and opened it. A photo inside showed a hot tub in a hotel suite, with two soaking wet bikini tops draped over the tub’s edge. He could just barely make out a bare shoulder along the edge of the photo, but the picture was cropped; preventing him from seeing more of the woman sitting in the tub with half of her swimwear removed. Below the photo was some text.
“My bestie and I are having some fun in our hot tub! Want to sneak a peek? Click here to see how steamy we like things to get!”
Martin’s curiosity and horniness got the better of him, and he clicked. A window containing a pay-to-view email popped up, inviting him to pay $5.99 to have three blurred photos revealed to him. Through the blur he could make out the shapes of two unclothed female bodies frolicking in the hot tub. Martin paid the fee and the photos were revealed.
Three images of Nadine and her friend, both in bikini bottoms, were kneeling in the hot tub and caressing each other’s bodies. They massaged soap suds against each other’s breasts in two of the photos, and in the third it appeared Nadine was leaning forward preparing to kiss her friend on the mouth. Martin stared at the photos, stunned by the arousing hold they had over him. The message included with the photos captivated him even more.
“Gorgeous, aren’t we? Jenna is going to help me rinse some wallets tonight. Will yours be one of them? You clicked. You paid. You got my attention.
Watch your inbox.”
Martin felt his heart skip. He was playing with fire by opening that email. He’d told Mistress Nadine that he wouldn’t be able to play for a short while while his finances recuperated, and she’d seemed understanding. Yet by buying a pay-to-view email, he wondered if he was sending her mixed messages. He grabbed a neon green stress ball resting on his desktop and squeezed it.
Only five minutes passed before another email arrived in his inbox. Despite his fear, he didn’t hesitate to open it.
“Up late, are we Stephen?” was the subject line. Martin clicked.
“I’ve never seen you around this hour before. Are you having trouble sleeping? I can imagine thoughts of your mistress might be keeping you ‘up’;) Come play with me.”
It was as if she’d read his mind. She knew exactly why he was awake at 3:16 in the morning, and she intended to have fun exploiting it. Sure enough, Martin found the word “play” was hyperlinked, and upon clicking it, he was automatically sent another pay-to-view email, this one priced at $7.99. It also contained three blurred photos, and the action in them appeared to be even steamier than the set before.
Martin paid the fee and unlocked the email, and was treated to two photos of Nadine and Jenna sliding their tongues deep into each other’s mouths, and a third showing Nadine sucking on Jenna’s left breast. Martin gazed at the photos and his penis throbbed. He rubbed himself as he stared at the erotic images. He stopped after a moment, realizing that he should probably type a reply to the message, since he didn’t want Nadine to think he was ignoring her.
“I am a little restless I guess” he typed, “I see you’re up too. God, you look so sexy.”
He wasn’t sure what else to write, so he hit send. She replied six minutes later with an email that cost $9.99 to open. Martin opened it without hesitating.
“You desperate horny boy! I’m going to have fun toying with your mind and wallet tonight! Tell me Stephen, truthfully, is your cock hard already? Are you aching to blow your load for these perfect bodies?”
Martin replied that he was, on both counts, and Nadine sent another mail, priced at $13.99. A mild hike, a bit more than the pattern would have determined, but Martin paid it all the same. The photos showed Nadine and Jenna tugging their bikini bottoms off- Nadine’s friend doing the honors with her teeth.
“You can feel yourself spiraling,” Nadine’s message read. “You said no more, but your cock is screaming, ‘yes yes!’ Don’t fight it, Stephen. Your mistress is in control. I’m going to lure you down a road to financial destruction, and you are going to follow me willingly because you are addicted to me, aren’t you my sweet obedient boy?”
Martin replied that he was. He was mesmerized by this woman and her power over him, and he only wanted to feel more. He bought mail after mail, as the prices rose from $15.99 to $19.99, unable to stop himself. It was when the mails rose to over $25 that Martin finally drew the line. He didn’t type a reply; he was too ashamed. He simply sat in silence and stared at the unopened email sitting in his inbox, as it stared back at him, tempting him to fork over $25 and 99 cents.
He considered going back to bed. He’d had plenty of fun tonight buying the handful of emails that he did, and he did have work in the morning. Now was the perfect time to walk away. Just as he clicked the X to close the window, he spotted a new mail that had just arrived in his inbox. Frantically, he reopened the window, to see what he’d just been sent.
“Buy that last mail, Stephen” the subject line read. He opened the message.
“Be a good boy. You’re almost done. Mistress wants you to buy the whole set.”
Martin looked at the three blurred photos included in the last mail. If it was indeed the last mail she intended to send him that night, it would be a shame for him to stop just before completing his collection. What’s one more, he thought to himself. Against his better judgment, he clicked the Send Payment button.
The mail did not disappoint. The photos showed Nadine and Jenna embracing in the 69 position, their tongues burrowed throat-deep into each other’s vaginas. The message included read, “the only way to experience real pleasure, pleasure like what you see here, is true submission, Stephen. That’s your key- the act of submission. Head over to my tribute buttons to see what I mean. Just one click and you’ll be experiencing those intense emotions all over again. And you’ll be pleasing TWO Goddesses this time!
Submit, Stephen. Fall to my feet like you know you are meant to.”
Martin’s heart rate picked up as he stared at the words on the screen and the beautiful women in the photos.
Just one click.
One click couldn’t hurt. He’d already committed to one late night drain session, what was one more click? He wasn’t getting any sleep anyway. The dopamine rush would do him good. Martin took a deep breath and paid Mistress Nadine a $25 tribute.
He exhaled. Now he was done. It was time to go back to bed. He’d spent enough money for one night, and for the entire month, for that matter. He shut his computer down and returned to his bedroom, hoping now he could finally get some rest. He’d almost nodded off, when a text message appeared on his phone. He gave it a quick glance.
“I’m in your head.”
“Have a good evening, Martin!”
Blaire Lanahan, Martin’s manager at Bennington Trust, always gave him a warm good morning and good evening at the start and end of every work day. It was one of the many reasons he enjoyed working there, along with the good pay, monthly bonus checks, and attractive coworkers. Martin stole a glance at Tara McCabe, the petite blonde who worked at the window beside his as she made her way to her car. She had a pink blouse and knee-length black skirt on today. Martin tried not to stare as she unlocked her door and got into her driver’s seat.
Martin was halfway through the parking lot before Kyle Belmont, another of his coworkers called out to him.
“Hey Martin! Jay and I are headed out for drinks at Chelli’s. Want to join us?”
Martin stopped. He was eager to get home and check his inbox to see if he had any new messages from Mistress Nadine. But given his non-existent social life, and the fact that he was trying to avoid spending even more money on his mistress this month, Martin agreed to join his coworkers for one drink.
He followed them over to Chelli’s, just a half mile from the bank. Loud music struck them the moment they entered the front doors. A smiling hostess greeted them, and led them to a booth near the far corner of the dining room. Martin took a seat next to Kyle, while Jay sat across from them. Across the restaurant, a band played; rocking the house with covers of 70s and 80s hits.
“Thought that week would NEVER end!” Jay remarked. Martin and Kyle nodded in agreement. He glanced over at the drink menu as Kyle perused it.
A perky waitress arrived to take their orders. Martin admired her beaming smile as Kyle ordered a round of beers for each of them.
“Did you see that waitress’ ASS?” Jay whispered as she walked away. Martin and Kyle noted that she filled out the seat of her black jeans quite nicely with her shapely buttocks.
“You should get her number, Martin,” Jay said quietly.
“Nah, nah, she’d never,” Martin said.
“Not with that attitude,” Kyle replied.
Martin stared down at the table. He’d heard it all before. You just need confidence! Positive attitude! All you gotta to do is ask!
“Well, if you don’t ask her, I’m gonna,” Kyle said.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Martin asked.
“Open relationship,” Kyle said.
“Good man!” Jay said, holding up his palm. Kyle returned the high-five.
Jay turned to Martin. “Don’t settle for a chick who tries to tie you down. I love Sydney, but if she didn’t let me get with other women now and then, she’s gone, and she knows it.”
“Really?” Martin asked.
“Women today are lot more open-minded,” Jay said. “It’s a new world-”
“Here she comes,” Kyle said, and the waitress returned, placing three beers on the table in front of them.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked loudly, trying to be heard over the music.
Kyle elbowed Martin in the side. Martin froze.
“Okay, I’ll be back if you guys-”
“Um, can I get your num- number?” Martin blurted out.
“A water? Sure honey, I’ll get that right out for you!” She walked away. Jay and Kyle buried their faces in their hands.
“My man, she didn’t HEAR you. Speak UP,” Jay said.
“Okay, okay!” Martin said, taking a sip of his beer.
The waitress returned, and placed a glass of water and a straw in front of Martin.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Can I get your number?” Martin asked, louder and clearer.
She faked a smile. “Sure, let me write it down for you!” She scribbled a phone number onto a pad of paper, ripped the top paper off, and handed it to him.
“Yeahhh, bro!” Jay and Kyle cheered as the blushing Martin stuffed the phone number into his shirt pocket. The waitress laughed and walked away.
Martin ordered the next round of beers, and around the time he was halfway to the bottom of his glass, a young couple began to dance on the open floor in front of the band.
“You should ask her to dance!” Kyle said, nudging him again with his elbow.
Martin looked at the phone number she’d given him. Her name, “Amy” was scrawled at the top, followed by her digits.
“Ah, she’s working!”
“Come on, it’s not that busy!” Jay said. “You ask her or I will!”
Emboldened by his one and a half beers, Martin got up and strutted towards the waitress, who was chatting with the bartender. The women turned to look at him as he approached.
“Need something, honey?” Amy asked.
“I was wondering if you’d like to dance?” Martin shouted over the music.
“I really can’t, I have tables to get to.”
Martin shrugged in understanding.
“Yeah, I get you. My buddies- they wouldn’t let up unless I asked, so- sorry to bother you.”
“Ohhhhh,” the waitress and the bartender said together, sadly. Martin returned to his table.
It was like middle school all over again. Asking the pretty girl to dance, being politely rejected, and taking that walk of shame back to his corner to drink his Pepsi alone.
“I tried,” he said, and took another sip of his beer.
“Nah, nah, let me show you how it’s done,” Jay said. He rose from his seat and strutted over towards the bar. Martin watched from afar as Jay chatted her up. He said something that made her laugh, and soon after, the two were on the dance floor.
Martin’s mouth dropped open. “How does he-”
“Confidence, my man,” Kyle said. “You should talk to my therapist. She really helped me pull myself back together after my divorce.”
“I’ll think about it,” Martin said. He glanced down at his beer and took another gulp.
Martin watched as Jay’s hands ran across Amy’s bottom and squeezed her butt cheeks through her jeans. She giggled and leaned closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
“Well, I can’t let Jay have all the fun,” Kyle said, and Martin slid out of the booth so Kyle could approach the bar as well. Soon after, Kyle had his arms around the bartender out on the dance floor, and Martin could do nothing but watch from the sidelines. Confidence or not, it just didn’t work when Martin tried these things with women. Whether it was looks, charm, or some other pizzazz that appealed to women, Martin just didn’t have it. Looking at the phone number Amy had given him, he realized it looked strangely familiar. Wanting to confirm his suspicions, he took out his phone and dialed it.
“Hello! This is NOT the person you are trying to call. You have reached, THE REJECTION HOTLINE! Because the person who gave you this number did NOT-” Martin ended the call. He’d heard the message before back in college when he’d called a girl he’d met in a restaurant much like this one. He stared at his waitress wiggling her butt against Jay’s groin out on the floor, both of them laughing. Martin dropped a $20 on the table and headed out the door to let his coworkers enjoy their evening without him.
He drove home in silence, not being in the mood for music. He arrived back at his apartment just in time to see his neighbor Dayna leaving for what appeared to be a hot date, judging by the tight red dress she had on. He could see her skimpy red thong through the sheer material of the dress, though despite her lack of a bra, the thicker material on her chest made it difficult to see her nipples. She didn’t make eye contact with him as she passed him on the stairway; things had been awkward between them ever since he’d called her out for lying to him about having a stomachache right after she’d offered to join him for an evening of Netflix. Martin paid her no mind and entered his apartment.
He wasted no time getting on his computer and heading to Phone Phantasy to see if he had any new mail from Mistress Nadine.
Nothing. No new messages, but it appeared that she was working despite still being on vacation in Reno. She’d texted him earlier in the week informing him that she’d sweet talked a high roller into paying for her and her friend to stay an extra week after they’d gambled away their budget for the trip. Her call sign was set to Busy, leaving Martin once again disappointed that he’d have to wait to get any of his mistress’ attention.
It was just as well. He’d surpassed his budget for frivolous spending for the month anyway. He’d told himself that he’d wait until the fifteenth before he’d call Mistress Nadine again. Still, it didn’t mean he couldn’t window shop. He clicked her listing, and checked to see if she had any new posts on her blog.
“May 10
Edward J. Henderkott: Your Small Penis Tax was due at 3:33 am this morning. Mistress was unhappy to wake up this morning to see it unpaid. $25 late fee.”
Martin raised an eyebrow, surprised to learn that a Small Penis Tax was something Mistress Nadine imposed. Not having the largest male organ himself, he dreaded the thought of being publicly exposed for his very private shortcoming- and having his full name posted for all of Mistress Nadine’s followers to see. Martin was thankful in that moment that he hadn’t told her his real name. He read the next post.
“May 10
Got recognized in line at the breakfast buffet this morning! My loyal slave Leon got the pleasure of meeting his mistress in person ... and I allowed him to pay for Jenna’s and my breakfast! Good boy, Leon! Any other slaves of mine in Reno today? Come say hi with your wallet!”
The post showed a smiling Mistress Nadine with her friend Jenna at a casino buffet with a man whose face was covered by a large yellow emoji with x’s over the eyes. Martin looked at the anonymous man with envy. What a pleasure it must have been to meet the illustrious Mistress Nadine in person. He looked back at Nadine’s listing, and saw that her line was still busy. Frustrated, he clicked to the Phone Phantasy main page, to see what else the site had to offer.
There was a tab reading “Clip Store,” where content creators sold audio files and videos. Martin clicked it, and was surprised to see a well-stocked gallery filled with content from hundreds of creators. It appeared that despite the site being named “Phone Phantasy,” many of the providers on the site didn’t even take phone calls, in favor of selling their recorded content instead.
He browsed several of the titles, and saw a vast array of fetishes offered for his indulgence. Face-sitting, lesbian bondage, erotic ASMR, spanking, giantess, medical fetish, nude wrestling, and apparently, videos of women’s feet pressing gas pedals to make a car engine rev were all popular subjects on the Phone Phantasy video store.
He spotted a video titled Mommy Punishes You showing a very attractive older woman in a silky purple bathrobe. He clicked to watch a preview, where the woman in the video chides the viewer for staying out past curfew, and says that as punishment she will strip naked in front of him and his friends. The preview clip ended just as the model removed her robe, but Martin watched the preview several times, finding the mommy very sexy.
The video was priced at $19.99. Martin considered purchasing it, but being as he was still paying off his high credit card bill, he added it to his wishlist instead. He browsed a few more of the store’s offerings before checking Nadine’s listing again. To his frustration, her call sign was still set to Busy.
He spent the next hour on a video gaming forum arguing with two other members about whether Sniper’s Code or City of Death was more deserving of a third sequel. Despite his interest in the debate, he checked back to Nadine’s profile at every pause in the discussion to see if she had become available yet. Evidently, her caller was a rather big spender being as her Busy sign had been on for such a lengthy amount of time.
An anxiety he had never felt before overtook him. It bothered him that she was spending such a long time on a call with another man. He wasn’t sure if he necessarily needed to talk to her, or if he simply needed her to stop talking to him. Either way, he was stewing in his chair more every time he refreshed her page to see if she was still busy.
When the three and a half hour mark had passed and Nadine still hadn’t gotten off the phone, Martin gave up and decided to make himself dinner. He microwaved a frozen meal and ate it in front of the TV, watching a movie on Netflix.
He’d only made it a few minutes into his selection before realizing that he was no longer interested. The bad acting and cliched dialogue grated on him, but he needed something to occupy his mind so he didn’t obsess over Nadine any longer. He focused on eating his dinner and trying to immerse himself in the B-grade entertainment before him.
When he’d eaten everything out of the plastic tray, he paused the movie to check Nadine’s profile. She was still on the phone. Sighing, he unpaused the movie and continued watching. He fiddled with the TV remote in his hand as he watched, irritated that he couldn’t focus on the movie knowing that Nadine was on the phone with someone for far longer than he’d ever spoken with her.
He watched for another half hour before pausing the movie to check her profile again, and he checked again fifteen minutes after that. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t check her profile again until the movie was over, but he couldn’t revert his attention back to a movie that he was hardly following in the first place. Despite his convictions, he checked her profile once again nine minutes later, and to his mixed delight and disappointment, her status had been changed from Busy to Not Available.
He felt his spirit drop. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that after being on the phone for over five hours that she would need to rest before taking another call. He looked at his phone, reflecting on the fact that he had her personal number but probably should not call it given that she likely needed a rest. He set his phone aside and sat in a sullen slump, staring at his TV screen while he waited for his movie to finish playing.
It was just as well. He was in financial recovery mode anyway; needing time to pay off his hefty credit card bill without dipping too far into his savings. He’d always been thrifty with money; it was how he’d managed to build up quite a savings over the past two decades. He didn’t acquire five figures in his bank account by throwing money at sexy women every chance he got. Splurging on Mistress Nadine was an indulgence he’d allowed himself just this once after so many years of not having any experiences with women, but it was an indulgence that he needed to enjoy responsibly.
When the end credits finally rolled, he got back in front of his computer to see if she had become available again. Of course, she hadn’t. It was getting late and he didn’t know how long she usually stayed up to take calls, but she’d doubtlessly made her quota for the day. He gazed longingly at her gorgeous photos, wishing she’d pop back online for him. He was nearly ready to log off and head to bed when he saw a new message popped into his inbox.
“128 clicks. Wow...” was the subject line.
Martin felt his throat drop into his stomach. He hoped that the subject line didn’t allude to what he thought it did. He gulped and clicked the message.
“Well, well, well. Someone is AWFULLY desperate for his mistress! I don’t know if you realized this Stephen, but Phone Phantasy operators can see every time someone clicks on our profiles. And if it’s a registered user of the site, we can see their screen name as well. And yes, page refreshes count as a click.
You checked my profile 128 times in the past five hours. One Hundred. And Twenty-Eight. Times. I can’t even fathom the level of desperation. Don’t read me wrong, dear. I’m not upset. Not at all. I’m THRILLED! I do not get callers as desperate as you very often. Even Ronnie only clicked me six times in the same time period you did.
The only behavior I need to correct is how you display your desperation. I like my slaves to express their desperation with their wallets, not with their clicks. I LOVE logging in to see that some devoted little piggy of mine was clicking away at my tribute button while I was away, pining for my attention. That’s the proper way to worship. Don’t you agree, Stephen? I mean really, I was in your head deep enough, getting you craving me enough, that you couldn’t get me out of your mind for five hours. Don’t I deserve some real tangible worship for that?
You know it’s the right thing to do. And while I was planning on spending the rest of the evening at the roulette table, if you impress me enough with this tribute, maybe I’ll stay in and we can have a little talk.
Speak to you soon,
Mistress Nadine”
Martin felt his mouth go dry. His face flushed red. It was worse than being caught with his pants down. Mistress Nadine had gotten a peek at the depths of his pitiful existence. He wanted to crawl under his bed and die.
But her taunt intrigued him. She’d seen him, and gave him an opening to make his move. And he’d been secretly wanting to make a move all evening.
He put his cursor over Nadine’s tribute button, and tipped her $50. He watched her status sign with baited breath. Two, three, and four minutes passed with no change. At minute five, his phone rang. Evidently, she wasn’t expecting him to pay for this call- for now. He answered.
“Looks like I’m having you for dessert!” she answered, giggling.
“Dessert?” Martin asked, confused.
“I just got off a seven-hour call. Mmm, I made mincemeat out of that man’s wallet! And now here you are!”
“Oh, yeah. That had to be exhausting.”
“You’d think it would be, but my pulse is still racing from that call. God, I love draining men! I’m not sleeping anytime soon so I’m happy you called.”
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