In 2010 I wasn’t a findomme but I was still wrapping stupid boys around my little finger and exploiting them. I had an ex boyfriend who was still in love with me long after I treated him like shit and dumped him, we’ll call him A. I was living in New Jersey at the time, it was winter and there was a blizzard that year. Roads were shut down or undrivable and on top of it all there was a gas shortage. By the second day of the blizzard the roads were cleared and drivable but there were people waiting in line for blocks at 5 in the morning trying to get gas. I knew this because I was one of those people. Instead of reaching the pump, I waited until 7:30 only to find out that the gas station was out of gas and shutting down. My tank had run dry from running the heater for hours while waiting so I barely made it home. As I went inside pissed the fuck off I got a text from A, asking how I was doing during the blizzard. Most girls would aww at the thought of a guy checking on them, I instead was immediately scheming on how I could make him bring me a tank of gas and weed to smoke through the blizzard. I told him the situation and what I wanted from him, he immediately drove over. When he got to my apartment, I didn’t let him inside. In the years that had passed since I dumped him he had become dilapidated like a junk car, his hairline had receded, he had gained weight, the only thing that had stayed the same were the old clothes he was wearing. He disgusted me. I couldn’t believe I ever dated this trash heap of a human. As I mentally assessed him in my doorway I also took the ½ ounce of weed and $500 he had brought me in addition to the tank of gas and handed him my car keys and instructed him to fuel my car in the blizzard and bring me back my keys. He muttered some shit about the strain of weed he had brought me and the spending cash he brought me, if he was expecting a thank you, he didn’t get one. He did exactly as he was told. When he came upstairs to return the keys, I took the keys from him and shut the door in his face.
May started off with a bang. A paynerd who had been binging on My goodies wanted My attention so he did what all of you worthless maggots should be doing, he started tributing. Small amounts at first, $50 at a time, but as I coiled myself around My prey tighter, he started coughing up larger and larger amounts.
After tributes he also sent a bunch of giftcards – $250 to DollsKill, $300 to American Apparel, and $800 to Net-A-Porter
I had My first real time session, which I blogged about earlier, and then towards the middle-end of the month a local pantybitch stocked Me up on panties, lipstick and of course cash.
My favorite gifts this month were the spree of L’Agent I went on during my real time session, the Moschino I received from the paynerd, and my Louboutins.
As expected, May was a good month. The month after tax refunds come in is always a good month.
It had been a busy morning. My brightly encased iPhone 6+ intermittently let off vibrations to notify Me of money being made and traps catching prey as I ran My usual errands. I ended up at the hair salon, chatting to My girlfriend and the hairdresser when I received a message. It was polite, concise, yet conveying everything that needed to be conveyed – he had money, fetishes, and was serious. Without instruction he sent a deposit. I instructed him to meet Me at the mall.
I got to the mall before him, as planned. The faster you can shop, the more you can buy, so I did My pre-shopping. Straight to Neiman’s to look for lingerie. I’ve been on a L’Agent kick lately and unfortunately, they didn’t have any. So, to the shoe section I went, past the Pradas, Blahniks, and Chanel. The exact Louboutins I had been coveting, the nude patent Jamie 160 mm, were on display. Like the bratty Princess I am, I snapped a picture to let him know he would be purchasing them for Me.
Everything else inside this Neiman’s was boring Me. Colorado is a shopping desert for Me. Buyers here cater to basic girls who wear uggs, riding boots and fleece jackets, even their Neiman’s was blasé.
I headed over to Victoria’s Secret to pick out some lingerie for Me and panties for the bitch. As I finished filling the black mesh shopping bag, a tall thin figure appeared. We had previously agreed upon vanilla appearances in public so we pretended to know each other as I tried things on. I let the lucky bitch see Me in some of the lingerie he was about to blow his money on but never be able to take off. Then we picked out a pair of panties for him, pink boy shorts with frilly lace. We headed to the register where My cute bratty face grinned at the total, just under $500.
Bitch carried the bags and walked behind Me as I headed towards Neiman Marcus. I sat in a chair and asked the older shoe salesman for a 36 in the nude patent Jamie 160 mm Louboutins. He brought them out, saying they were the last pair. As I slipped them on, the salesman exclaimed that he had been waiting for Cinderella to fit into them. How apropos.
Like a good little paybitch, D pulled out his AmEx and paid for My heels.
After Neiman’s, I had a medispa appointment and he had a meeting so we made plans to meet up in the evening at the Four Seasons where he was staying. But before I let him go to his meeting, I emptied his wallet of all the cash, about $300, and made him change into his new panties.