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Flashback to… 2010? When did you go on vacation with your family SLAVE STEVIE? Before your house foreclosure and your bankruptcy…


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For some reason, twitter has repeatedly been flagging My content because somehow FEET or non-nude ass is violating their TOS… I call bullshit, I call haters reporting my content, and it’s just getting annoying… So I have decided to start blogging once again and I will be doing podcasts more often because they are easy to upload on here…

So currently, 9/28/19 – My twitter is suspended until further notice. But My IG is alive and kicking even though it’s constantly flagged, but I will just post My video teaser snippets on here from now on. NOW WHAT? Haters/LOSERS can’t flag My own site. I own it.

PLUS, you know what else – FINANCIAL DOMINATION started with geocities BLOGS and chatrooms… and it really needs to stay that way to keep the ingenuity alive.

As a submissive, you are just a fly on the wall – and WE as dommes give you insight into our indulgent lives that are ultimately funded by weak slaves. When things switched over to twitter as the main platform for everyone to post on versus BLOGS – I FEEL LIKE, things changed… non-dominant females started calling themselves FinDomme’s and offering DISCOUNTS and undercutting FINDOMMES whose “high prices” defined what FINANCIAL DOMINATION actually is… so now what has happened? FinDom has now been diluted down and true Financial Dommes had to either get with the program or lose their stupid slutty slaves to “insta dommes” who would “talk to the talk” for the same price.

The only difference is… you can talk the talk… but if you aren’t walking the walk – everyone can tell. We see it in the background of your pictures, the car you drive, and the clothes you wear. MOST “slaves” know a girl might just be a crossover camgirl, but they can’t afford to be a PAYPIG. IF YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO BE A PAYPIG – no true Financial Dominatrix even wants to deal with you.

AND even though this is a fantasy fetish for most slaves, not every submissive male, is willing to go into debt or sign their 401k over to a dominatrix they’ve only met online. BUT THE TRUE SLAVES, see through the bullshit and they have stuck around.

I’m only looking for TRUE SUBMISSIVE MALE SLAVES… ready and willing to give. Go into debt. SUFFER. Minimize their lifestyle and become “minimalists”… if you are a total loser who can’t afford being a PAYPIG, then find another fetish. Maybe your fetish is just, “humiliation by a bitchy girl”… but you will never be able to afford to be a financial dominatrix. You have shallow pockets. You’re already in debt. You don’t make enough. You are WORTH our time. It is never about you. It is always about THE DOMME. Remember, as a submissive slave… it will NEVER be about your pleasure. It’s your sacrifice. Tribute for ATTENTION. Don’t expect anything in return BUT attention… if that.



By: Mr. G aka Slave Fluffy

I stumbled upon Princess Jersey in a life changing moment several years ago. In fact, I was one of her first slaves and probably her longest serving one.  I didn’t know it at the time, but Princess Jersey was truly a “Princess” and was only 17 and in high school.  I had zero idea and was sure I was being dominated by a 20 something, experienced domme.  

From day one, not only was I mesmerized by her beauty, her sexiness, those breasts that melt my brain matter, and the attitude of dominance that flows through her body, but even at that age, she knew how to manipulate me, how to create in me and control an addiction for her.  She pulled out of me my twisted fantasies and weaknesses and used them to embed deep in my psyche an obsessive need for her, an inability to resist her and a mind numbing love for her that allowed her to drain me financially at will.

In those days, she had her slaves pay a set amount on Paypal for a 5 minute video chat on Yahoo.  Very quickly, she got into a routine with me where she ignored me for most of the 5 minutes, sometimes just making her bed or talking to other people, frequently going off screen entirely, and then, with the last 20 seconds, she would lean into the cam with her cleavage, that I had been craving for the entire 5 minutes, and then, just as I started to lose it for her boobs, possibly close to cuming, she’d turn off her cam.  I’d mindlessly buy another 5 minutes.  And over and over as she drained me for incredibly long periods of time.  It was stupid of me, easy to see what she was doing, but there was no way for me to resist.  She was inside my head, pulling my strings like I was her puppet – I was.

Then, she decided she wasn’t draining me fast enough, so she would raise the rates.  I’d object, ask her to charge back to her normal rate, and she’d just say then no cam at all.  She knew when the addiction was SO strong that there was no way to resist.  So I gave in, over and over, paying frequently double her normal rate.  She just laughed and knew she had me and drainings continued until she had maxed out everything I had, and I  had nothing left to give her at that time and we took the first of several fruitless breaks for me.

I got some therapy, tried to clear my head.  But, after not too long, I was back.  This time, she let me know she had been in high school before, and that fact alone helped break me again, realizing how pathetic I was, how easy her control over me was, and how she was only going to get stronger in her control over me as she got more experienced.

Over the next several years, I have no idea how many, she would go on binges of draining me.  My wife would either bust me for spending online or my credit cards would max out.  I’d try to escape, but really, I was just taking a break – I didn’t know that was happening, I thought, stupidly, “this time, I need to escape the crazy cycle of being financially drained for nothing in return but blue balls.”  But to no use, I’d fall back into her web again, she knew the buttons to push – breast worship, forced bi fantasies – which someday would become very real, teasing and denial, endless blue ball torture, humiliation, and general mind fucking. 

This was true financial domination, she would endelessly take me for cash, for gifts, for gift cards.  Whatever she wanted or needed and I’d be helpless to resist as she mind fucked me over and over again.  The ultimate symbol of her control over me was when she literally was lending me, as a true slave who was property, for her mother to make purchases on my credit cards.  Her mother would simply tell me what she wanted and I’d purchase it, as the two of them laughed together at the pathetic fool they were draining. 

And when Princess Jersey maxed out my credit cards another time, I became her homework slave for her online classes.  Doing hours and hours of projects for her.  With the pressure that if I didn’t get an A for her, the punishment would be my worst nightmare, her anger and ignoring me. 

A few years ago, with my credit cards at high levels, my wife on my ass for how our spending was so out of control, and demands at work, I pulled away again, committed to therapy and swore to myself, never again.  I could not ruin my entire life over snippets of video clips, short cam sessions, brief chats, and a note from Princess Jersey from time to time.  I was committed that this time would be different.  I promised myself. 

Princess Jersey, of course, had my cell phone number and would message me from time to time.  I’d resist, take a cold shower, meditate, focus on whatever I needed to clear my head.  Then just recently, it happened again, she messaged me, and she invited me to take just a very brief look at her blog.  And there I saw that she was doing in person, real time sessions with slaves who had earned it.  And I saw those breasts again, the ones that I NEVER could resist. And the idea of maybe, just maybe she would rub her cleavage in my face in person broke through, and I came crawling back to her. 

I am still trying to hold back, to be careful, not to fall completely under her spell again, as helpless as I was in the past.  But she knows me too well, too deeply.  She made me custom videos tailored to destroy me and made me pay for it.  I tried to hold back, but then, paid the fateful $100 and $50 just to see the video, to see what she thought would blow my mind.  She promised me that if I viewed them, the future videos would be only $20.  A promise.

I fell for it, like Charlie Brown as Lucy pulls the football away, again and again.  The videos wer more than I had bargained for and they broke me.  In the second video, she laughed about the $20 video promise and let me know she’ll take what she wants and deserves from me. 

The ache is unbearable again and I am desperate for that real time session, finally, after all these years of worshiping her off and on, mostly on, since she was in high school.  I will do what it takes to serve her in person, at her feet, with the dream of her breasts in my face, finishing me off for life – something that I crave.  

— Slave Fluffy

Podcast | March 23, 2019

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