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Cash Meet Capers

A Short Financial Domination Erotica

By SJ SilverPublished 3 years ago 11 min read
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Thanks to Pixabay @ Pexels

Financial Domination meet-ups can be quite exhilarating, especially when you’re dealing with a pretty abhorrent specimen of a slave. Pete was so worthless that I didn’t even bother to give him a cute pet name – he was big, dumb, ugly, and literally only good for one thing. We had spoken online and during phone sessions before, but he held no real interest for me. Even torture and humiliation just felt like a massive waste of my time, so I decided to use him simply for my own pleasure – an act that I knew he would enjoy anyway.

I started my morning with a luxurious bubble bath, taking great care to shave, exfoliate and moisturise myself. My small, fat pussy was shaven completely bald and once all the hair had been removed I slid my fingers between its plump, brown lips and massaged my hard clit. It took a while for me to arouse myself because the bath water kept washing away my natural juices and made more friction. I grabbed my long dark nipples, twisting and tugging as I encouraged my pussy to the brink of orgasm. Then I stopped, got out of the bath, dried off, and began applying my makeup. Transforming myself into a walking work of art is just another pleasurable part of the process for me, so I spent a good hour putting my makeup on. My signature look included sharp winged eyeliner and ruby red lipstick and I sat at my dresser until my face was beat to perfection.

Finally satisfied with my look, I slid open the dresser drawer and pulled out a rabbit vibrator. My left hand spread my still-moist pussy lips apart while the right hand slid the toy into place. The cool plastic burrowed deep inside me and came to rest nuzzled against my g-spot, while the delicate prongs of the vibrator surrounded my clit.

I switched it on to the lowest setting first, squirming and moaning as the rubber ticked my clit and massaged my g-spot. After a minute, I increased the intensity to the highest setting, squealing in pleasure and nearly falling off my chair as every inch of my pussy succumbed to the mind-blowing pleasure of the strong vibrations. My spine arched and my hips juddered, I could feel myself approaching my climax. So I switched the vibrator off and fought back the urge for release.

Still naked, I rummaged around in my closet until I found my butterfly vibrator – a pink vibrating dildo with leg harnesses and a remote control. I slid the massive plastic cock inside myself and positioned the vibrator so it nestled tightly against my clit before tightening the straps into place and putting on my purple silk underwear and stockings. Finally, I zipped myself into a slinky, black cocktail dress and stepped into my round-toed stilettos. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw that my chosen outfit had some strong Audrey Hepburn vibes, so I decide to roll with it and add some white pearl jewellery and wear my hair up. After all, I was doing this for me – not him!

It was late afternoon when I went to meet Pete; the sun was turning a brilliant orange and casting long, pale shadows across the cobbled streets. Of course, I had already laid out the ground rules and expectations of how this session would go. He had texted me during my taxi ride and given me the name and address of the café along with complaints about the quality of the coffee. My dress rode up to my knees as I stepped out of the vehicle and when I straightened up I felt the nodes of my vibrator nuzzling between my pussy lips, the lengthy dildo battering my g-spot and cervix with every slight movement. I might end up coming before I even reached the café!

It was easy to spot Pete even though the tiny café was crowded – he was hulking and hairy, though somehow still balding like his hair had decided to go on vacation from his scalp and visit everywhere else on his fat body. He looked up at me and smiled. At least, I think he did; as he had a horrible turn in his right eye so that it constantly looked at his nose.

I walked over to his table and sat in the empty seat opposite him in total silence. He had already ordered me a hot chocolate, so I started drinking it and ignoring him. After a few minutes of silence, it seemed he just couldn’t help himself, “I bought you a gift!” he gushed like an excited schoolboy and started fumbling for a bag that was under the table at his feet.

I took this opportunity to reach into my pocket and grab the controls for my butterfly toy, finding the power switch, flicking it on, and keeping my finger on it for total control. I almost cried out loud as the gentle vibrations pulsed through my entire pussy and I tried to look as normal as possible as Pete finally handed me a large white shopping bag. Inside was a really ugly handbag, I didn’t even bother getting it out to look at it; it looked like an expensive designer piece but the colour and design appeared to be incredibly gaudy.

I pulled out my phone and reclined back in my seat, taking another sip of my hot drink and enjoying the slight tickle in my pussy, confident that it was not enough to take me over the edge. Pete was still talking but I had blocked out the incessant noise, becoming more intrigued by how quietly I would be able to cum in a public place.

“This is also for you, Mistress…” He pushed a brown envelope towards me with a podgy, hairy hand and I glanced up from my phone. It looked nice and fat, so I put down the drink I had been guzzling, leaning forward to lift up the flap of paper and peek inside, pushing the fat dildo deeper inside of myself and making a small, involuntary noise. There was a huge wad of cash in the envelope, we had arranged for a £2100 minimum and I trusted him to obey. I picked it up and put it in my purse; inhaling deeply as the scent of fresh cash wafted past my face.

“I hope that’s good enough, Mistress…” He paused and I just stared at him, until eventually he became uncomfortable with the silence and started yapping again. My interest was rapidly waning, I just wanted to get to the main event, but I wasn’t going to waste a good beverage!

As he droned on, I flicked my phone over to a porn website and watched a BDSM video while I blocked out Pete. Every slight movement caused the dildo and vibrator to move against me more forcefully, so I crossed one leg over the other and began to jiggle it violently as if bored. The dildo gently fucked me and the vibrator ground against my clitoris with every bounce of my foot. I had to remember to breathe deeply and slowly through my nose to stop me from crying out in the densely crowded room as I secretly masturbated.

On my screen, some pretty brunette girl was handcuffed to a table with a thick wooden post behind it. Her hands were tied together underneath her ass and her legs were bent behind her head, her ankles tied to the wooden post. The delicate, pink soles of her feet faced upwards. In her mouth was a large, black ball gag that caused her lush red lips to drool and slobber over her heaving breasts, which had been pushed up directly under her chin, so that they were practically suffocating her.

One PVC-clad Dominatrix sucked on her toes and tickled her sensitive pink soles whilst the other fucked her tight little cunt with a huge dildo on a stick. I bounced my foot furiously as I drained my cup. By the time I finished my drink, the girl on the screen was a mess of bodily fluids - her face thick with snot and drool and her eyes watering from the torturous tickling. Her little pink toes wiggled wildly but couldn’t escape the Domme’s feather-light touch. As the dildo went deeper and harder, her pussy quivered and squirted cum everywhere.

I finished my drink as the second Domme began guiding the rubber cock into her tiny, wrinkled asshole. I locked my phone, turned off my toy, put down my glass, and stood up to leave.

The nearest ATM was just a short walk away and I was desperate to finish the session with the memory of that poor, mess of a girl fresh in my mind. Pete followed at my heel like an obedient dog as I sashayed down the street, running ahead once the cash machine was in sight. There was a group of people gathered around a nearby doorway around eight feet away from the ATM and I kept glancing at them as we drew closer.

Pete stooped down to read the screen and once I saw him enter his pin number, I switched on my vibrator and marched over with a wiggle in my step to position the toy so that the vibrator pushed past my pussy lips and ground against my throbbing clit while the dildo stretched my cervix and stimulated my g-spot. He fiddled with the keypad of the machine as two people lined up to form a queue behind us.

Pete stepped back and bowed his head solemnly, looking like a pallbearer at a funeral. Of course, I knew that local ATM’s would have a £300 withdrawal limit; which is why I had him spend the whole week previously withdrawing money every day. I felt the weight of the brown envelope in my bag as I shifted it into my other hand so I could punch in the numbers. I switched the intensity level of my butterfly toy up by two notches.

The machine took a few seconds to process the transaction and I held myself on the brink of orgasm until the fat stack of notes came out. This is, of course, is the hardest part of my cash meets – timing it just right so that my sensitive pink fingers caressed the smooth paper notes at the exact moment my vibrator battered my sensitive pink clit into overdrive.

I let a hip dip down so that the soft nodules of the vibrator smashed deeply into my wet slit and the dildo was so far inside me the painful pleasure was almost unbearable. I pawed at the remote in my pocket and switched the toy on as far as it would go, the craving for climax rising to incredible heights after a day of tease and denial.

As the ATM rattled and spat out my money I felt the electric, hot shudders of an orgasm building in my pussy and spreading out its prickly-heat sensation up through my stomach to radiate out through my body. My vaginal muscles clenched so tightly that it almost felt like a cramp and my clitoris sang out in bliss. The huge, plastic cock inside me vibrated furiously, battering my g-spot and cervix with so much force that I could feel the tingles echoing in my ass.

I felt a hot, sticky wetness seeping out of me as I grabbed the notes and fingered through them to check the amount. My now-wet silk panties clung to my hot folds of sensitive flesh and I bit my lip hard, images of the restrained sub girl from the porno flashing through my mind.

Suddenly, my legs went weak and threatened to buckle. I couldn’t stop coming! Wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I yelled out “Oh Jesus!” and fell forward towards the cash machine, folding my arms on the keypad and quickly burying my face to hide my open mouth and rolled back eyes. My orgasm continued and I bit my lip and let out a low hum as it built up again.

“Are you ok, Mistress?” Pete had returned and he laid a hot, heavy hand on my shoulder. I tried to keep my voice level as I replied “Sorry, I’ve just gone light-headed!” As soon as the last word left my lips, the final wave of bliss hit like a supersonic blast of joy, disintegrating my entire cunt. Once I had finally finished, I took a few deep breaths.

I must have taken a bit too long to compose myself because I heard Pete whisper pathetically, “Is everything ok, Mistress? Is that enough? Are you pleased?” His disgustingly soft voice was the last thing I needed to hear after such an amazing climax. I quickly folded the notes and placed them inside my breast pocket and turned sharply on my heel. The people queued behind us looked irritated, but when I turned around I must have looked sweaty, breathless, and flushed because their faces soon turned to more sympathetic expressions. I started walking away to an area of the high street with fewer people around so that I could talk to Pete.

My sudden movement must have shocked him because the cringe he wore so well moved from his voice to his whole body and he began to trot after me. I tried hard not to laugh at how absurdly pathetic he was – how pathetic the whole situation was. I managed to reduce my giggle into a cruel smile and instead raised my tiny hand to his flabby, soft chin and caressed his cheek lightly for a brief moment. I made sure to stare deeply and intently into his eyes as I laid out my final commandment:

“You will go back to the café, lock yourself in a toilet cubicle, jerk off until you cum, and send me proof that you have.” Then with a final click of my heels, I turned away and left him there; his reply of “Yes, Goddess!” floating after me. I waited at the taxi rank with a smirk on my face, a purse full of money, and a feeling of deep satisfaction. I intended to cum several more times on the journey home.

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SJ Silver

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I dabble in tits, art, and everything dark!

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