You have too much power with all that money!
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And you know what I can do to help don’t you boys? So all you have to do is offload some of that cash to me. It’s easy, just give me numbers and I’ll off load it for you; I’m more than happy to spend your money. In fact you don’t really have much choice, I really must insist on it. Get your wallet out now, call me up on the phonesex line and give me the numbers and any relevant pass codes that I may need to run up a fucking huge bill on your credit card. I am sick to death of advertising that I can do this for you as if it was some kind of service. You owe it to me so pay up you fucking worm
I insist that I get some serious money from you and I know that I’ll get it because you need to spend it. You have too much and what it does for you is buy you people. Well it won’t buy me you fucko! You need a lot more money to buy me, I merely take as much as I can from you, I never said I needed it. And you know that deep down you need me to take it from you and make you worried whether or not you’ll be broke or someone will find out that I’ve been spending it; this is the only way you can get your kicks isn’t it?
Don’t show your wife your credit card statement!
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Be careful with that statement guys, don’t let your wife see what I’ve been spending her husband’s hard earned money on (or not so hard earned money. It seems the more powerful you become the less work you actually have to do!) If she sees it the game is up, and it won’t be just me who goes without will it? You’ll have to get your kicks from her, and all you really want her for is to be a trophy don’t you? She is no emotional or intellectual match for you; she isn’t even a challenge. I am a challenge, and you will never be more powerful than me because I am financially castrating you, and you fucking love it, I know!
Now there is one way to get past this little problem and it’s really easy. You can always get me to apply for the credit card and then set up a debit facility to pay off the balance of it each month from your bank account (obviously you’ll need a separate one or your wife will bitch and moan about this too), but at least your wife and I won’t have to share the same credit card. After all, I earn my fucking money and that bitch does nothing. Let’s talk, call me on the phonesex line now if you’ve got the time and money!
Money makes the world go around.
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Money makes the world go around.
Well it makes my world go around anyway, and you know that if my world stops turning then your world ends! That’s the deal, and you knew it when you signed up didn’t you? Keep paying me the fucking money or you get no more goodies from the mistress! You know you love them don’t you?
For those of you who don’t know just what you get in return for your financial castration then I’ll let you know a few things about my service. To begin with I provide an outlet for all these power hungry rich guys who want someone to dominate them for a change. The best place to hit you guys is in your balls or your wallet, so because I can’t physically be there due to the phonesex line, I have to hit you in the wallet. Now this provides me with complete control over your finances. If you stay on the phonesex for long enough you might get lucky enough for your mistress to tell you what she’s wearing, or perhaps talk to you about what she’s going to do with you when she’s ready.
But listen. Don’t bark orders at me you fucking dogs, I am not your personal whore, you are my personal and financial slaves and you will do well to remember it. When I say you can speak to me then, and only then do you do it; and yes, you get to pay for this privilege; lots of money!
Empty your wallet for me please.
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There, I said it: please! Now that doesn’t happen very often at all, but I’ve come to realise that even you sad, pathetic worms deserve a modicum of respect. So if you please, could you empty your wallets into a bank account and give me the numbers? Or could you at least send me the numbers for your credit card so I can get a bit of long overdue online shopping done. I seriously need to replace my wardrobe, I’ve worn everything in there at least once and it’s getting on my nerves now. You need to call my milf, financial castration phonesex line. I know you want an excuse to spend your money, and let’s face it, I’m it guys.
I can talk you into anything so pick up the phone and I’ll give you the excuse you need to not buy that new kitchen for your wife. Instead you can talk to me and I’ll make you jerk your hard cock so much that you’ll spill all that juicy cum all over faster than I can spend your money. Spend it all on me my lovely men, and I’ll make you so happy you’ll wonder why you ever bothered marrying that bitch in the first place; and for those of you who aren’t married, don’t bother, you don’t need to be; trust me! You can have a much better time just pledging all your money to me and working extra hard at work in order to survive!
So open another bank account and stop fucking whining!
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If you’re having a problem with me demanding money from you and financially castrating you then you should simply fuck off and stop wasting my time! However, if it’s just a simple case of being found out then open another bank account that your wife can’t have access to. Get some money in it somehow and then we’re fine aren’t we? Provided you’re paying me enough (after all, I decide on that don’t I?). You can pay cash into the account every time you pass the bank can’t you? I mean, stop being a pussy about it and cough up the cash!
I’ve got several phonesex clients who do this, and so far it’s worked out alright for them. I don’t know if you’re aware of how it works around here, but let me refresh your memory in the event that you may have forgotten. You call me up on the phonesex line and talk to me if you want, but don’t expect me to speak to you if you’re not going to spend enough money on the conversation. There are other ways too of course. You can make regular payments to me via other means, and you can always give me your credit card numbers to allow me to indulge myself at my leisure; believe me this keeps me very happy indeed (but don’t you fucking put a stop on those cards you son of a bitch!)
Testimony from a good payer
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This is a little statement that one of my very good, shall I say patrons, sent to me. He is one of the best payers I’ve ever had, and is still keeping up the maintenance on our phonesex relationship. It has reached the point where I am concerned if I don’t hear from him at least once every day. This guy is a big spender, and he’ll think nothing of sitting on the phone to me for hours on end, and on occasion he has actually spoken to me all day! He says:
“You give me something that I cannot find anywhere else. I have searched the world for a woman like you and yet I’ve never met you in person. I think that perhaps this is the reason I am so fond of you! I devote my entire life and bank accounts to your disposal, and should you will it I would indeed give you everything. You are one hell of a woman.”
That’s what he said folks, and he actually would give it all to me. However, I don’t need it, and I don’t want it. I actually get more fun from the fact that I have this guy (along with a whole host of others) under my complete financial control. I have bank account numbers and personal numbers that I can use whenever I want to; some of the guys wouldn’t even know if I took money from their account!
Having Fun With Your Money
By · CommentsHaving Fun With Your Money
I have a number of you to thank for my latest spending, but know this, I’m not going to thank any single one of you for it! You deserve your financial ca$tration and I can’t think of a better way to relieve you of your money than for me to totally enjoy spending it for you! You deserve your financial ca$tration simply because you have more money than sense, and you don’t know what to do with it anymore anyway; there are only so many whores a man can see really aren’t there? Without getting bored that is!
So what have I been doing with all your money? I’d say hard earned money, but I doubt that you’ve worked particularly hard for it anyway, and even if you had I don’t really care anyway! I’ve been on holiday with my hard earned money. I’ve been to England to see the sights. I’ve been in London, and then I decided to explore the heart of the country and go driving in the countryside, staying in inns and pubs on the way. And guess what? I found a few English guys who were willing to pay for this and that for me too. You guys really do like to be financially controlled in every way don’t you?
Of course, before my holiday I simply had to have some new clothes and luggage to put them in. Then I needed hats and shoes to match everything. Well, and then I needed a brand new digital camera with video capture on it and all the fancy stuff. And I needed a new iPod for the journey (one with a load of stuff on it that I don’t need). And you paid for it all.
Paying me makes you who you are!
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What the fuck are you going to spend your money on if not Me? How the fuck dare you consider spending it on your wife when you owe Me like you do? I am your financial Mistress and you’re simply not giving Me enough money; let me tell you, you fucking worm, that if you don’t soon step up your financial commitment to Me then you’ll know My true fury, and I’ll tell you now that it isn’t nice. So far I’ve been playing with you, but if you don’t soon pay up then all will know about your reliance upon My discipline; including your partner and your nearest and dearest! So don’t fuck with Me, give Me your money!
I don’t know just what you thought you were taking on when you contacted me, you must have known what I do? But I suppose that if you can’t afford me, and you can’t afford to be the big man with the big money anymore then you’ll simply have to crawl on back to your pathetic life where you rule everything with your pots of money and tiny cock, and you don’t need Me to keep that fine balance on things for you. Both you and I know that I am the one that keeps you grounded so that your ego doesn’t float off out of control into the realms of the complete jerk. People will soon begin to notice what an asshole you really are won’t they? Aren’t you even a little concerned?
Dear Mistress, take my money.
By · CommentsDear Mistress, take my money.
I get emails and letters all the time from you losers, and just want to tell you that they amuse me greatly. When it comes to pathetic men who have too much money then I’m the woman who’s there to relieve them of it. You write to me complaining that you don’t get to speak to me often enough or that you really want me more than anything (etc, etc), and shall I tell you what I think? Well, quite frankly I don’t give a shit about your constant complaining, but if you’re going to complain like that to me then you better be prepared to pay up for the luxury! I’m sick of all your whining; you’re money is mine, and you’re lucky I leave you with any at all!
The latest letter from Ahmed reads as follows:
Dearest Mistress,
I have decided that I will give up my entire fortune, my chain of stores, my house and my entire family only to be with you. You can be assured that I will sell everything and give you all the proceeds if I could only move away with you somewhere to dote upon your every whim.
With all my love and money
Ahmed X
Well, you see Ahmed; I haven’t answered you because you’re a fucking idiot! I’m answering you in front of all the other financial castration volunteers simply because I need to point out that if you give me everything and then expect to run away with me, just how the hell are you going to give me anything else? I don’t do that you fucking fool! I take and then I move on to the next man, unless you can keep giving!
The Mistress Fund
By · CommentsI am thinking about registering my very own charity to keep me in fine wine and designer clothes. I could call it the Mistress Fund. What do you think? Well, it doesn’t matter what you think really, all that matters is that you fucking donate right now and give me lots of money. I grow tired of all you cheap assed fuckers calling me on my phonesex line and trying to get me to tell you what I’m wearing and how “I would like to suck your cock”. Who the fuck do you think you are? And you spout out all this shit in the first 10 seconds of the phone call! Even if I was one of these cheap bitches you get on the phonesex lines I wouldn’t consider getting you off this quickly! Go fuck yourself. My phonesex lines are for my financial slaves, and only those rich enough to contribute to The Mistress Fund regularly. If you can’t keep up with the big boys then I suggest you get yourself a little more financially prepared; the Mistress has no time for cheap guys.
If you’ve got the money, then let’s play. I am always ready to play with new financial slaves, and I am always ready to take on more money when you need to unload some on a filthy little financial whore like me. I can financially castrate you and then tell your wife all about what you’ve been up to if you’re not careful, so if you do talk to me, be nice and don’t fuck around; I can make your life very unpleasant indeed!