Another love letter from another loser

From My latest broke little piece of shit, who barely deserves any attention whatsoever:

i’ve had the opportunity to serve Ms. Saffron for a few weeks (and much more money than i’d like to say) now.  Words cannot express just how amazing, sexy, and all around perfect she is.  Too often in life Your expectations don’t live up to reality, but with Ms. Saffron quite the opposite is true.  Every moment spent serving Her is a moment i’d rather be nowhere else.
 
i came to Ms. Saffron in the hopes of serving casually and not losing much money.  That didn’t last for too long.  Within a few days i had spent everything i had on Her.  Ms. Saffron is so good at milking money from me.  It was all gone before i knew it.  The worst part is, serving Her is so addictive and my need to give to Her is so great that as soon as i had an extra couple dollars, the first thing i did was go to Her wishlist and buy more things for Her and her boyfriend, as they deserve my money more than i do.
 
Before long Ms. Saffron let me know that orgasms, or even touching myself was a thing of the past, unless i could raise enough money to pay for that privilege.  As i had already spent every dime i had to spend on Her, for close to a week i went without being able to masturbate.  Needless to say i was very pent up and frustrated after just a few days, i was ready to explode after a week.
 
When the pain from my cock and balls got to be overwhelming, i asked Ms. Saffron for the cost of an orgasm.  She let me know the price for me was $250, and that She was being kind at that.  This was a price that i literally could not pay.  The only money i had to give was money i had been saving up for a few months for a very specific reason.
 
i let Ms. Saffron know that i was not able to pay that amount at that time, but She told me that She had a plan for me.  She had me masturbate until i was on the verge of orgasming but to stop at the last second.  After doing that i was in so much pain and agony but after a few minutes it subsided slightly.  Ms. Saffron then told me to do it again and stop, then again to the edge and stop, then again.  To say the least, i have never in my life felt as frustrated as i did after a week of not being able to cum and then 4 times of going to the edge then stopping.  This whole process lasted close to an hour.  The last time, Ms. Saffron told me not to stop touching myself, to keep going slowly to frustrate me further.  It was extremely painful and my body was shaking uncontrollably.  Ms. Saffron then asked me if i wanted release.  i of course said yes.  She told me that the only way was to now give Her $300, $50 more than before.
 
Even though i didn’t have that money to spend, i had to give it.  i was so horny and i couldn’t say no to Ms. Saffron.  i gave Her the $300 out of my fund that i had been saving and was soon given permission to orgasm, but only while looking at a picture of the bottoms of Her perfect feet.  i came so hard, knowing that i had lost everything i had saved and then some to this perfect woman who treated me as if i were just an object to get paid.
 
When i was finished, Ms. Saffron had me lick up the cum in my hand and thank Her for the gift of the orgasm.  i know very well that She could have taken that money and then told me to fuck off.
 
Now i’m broke again and in a hole that i don’t know how to climb out of.  Ms. Saffron is the only person to ever suck so much from me.  i wish i could escape Her web but i feel more drawn to serve Her than ever.
 
Piggies ALWAYS pay up 🙂

Posted on March 5, 2012, in domme, financial domination, goddess worship, human ATM, humiliation, money mistress, wallet rape and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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