A slave to money with a slave contract

 A slave to money with a slave contract
I am writing this because I know many money slaves have read my slave story here on Lady Decadence and I am a money slave and not Lady Decadence. Perhaps you, Mrs. Decadence, will be a little more generous than the one making the money. But perhaps being ruthless is also the essence of mastery of money. But in turn:

I was sitting in an online chat room for money slaves and masters. I've been there many times, but I've never experienced a party like this. I especially liked a money owner. For the sake of simplicity, let's call her Mrs. Perhaps it was her cold and insensitive attitude that provoked me, or perhaps Miss Payfix's arrogance showed how much she despised people like me. The more he told me how pitiful my salary was and how I was going to waste money because I thought it would get me closer to him, the more I wanted to spend on him. It was magical! In one hour I voluntarily gave him 200 euros! She gave me a toll-free number, similar to the one Lady Decadence gives out for tributes, and I called her. Keep going. Every amount has been written off. An hour later, the teacher disappeared into the online chat. In relation to. Without even saying thank you. Just leave. I was desperate. Every night I waited for my teacher in this chat. I waited for hours every night. None of the other fund holders are interested in me anymore. I wanted you. But my arrogant young lady did not come.

After two weeks of depressing evenings, I looked him up on the Internet. I wrote to every money owner who talked arrogantly like a money owner, but none did. One evening it suddenly appeared in my online chat and I was devastated!

I would do everything in my power to suppress it because I did everything I could to tell it how to communicate with me outside of the conversation. He immediately reduced my bill by 100 euros and then offered me a slave contract. I'm happy! Of course, I said yes right away, not knowing the details. I wanted to be with my teacher no matter what. He immediately emailed me a blackmail contract and I was overjoyed to have his email address. Completely confused – I admit – I went through the email with my hand in my pants and signed at the climax of the reading that I would be the slave of the blackmailer (them!).

The day after I sent the extortion contract, I felt sick to my stomach, but somehow happy, almost happy. I received a reply to his email with a signed contract clearly stating the legal status of the contract and my objection period, which also applied to his threatened contract. But I didn't want to answer!

I was hoping he would write to me and treat me like a blackmailer's slave and take my money and gifts. I immediately asked her what I could buy her and immediately ordered the ridiculously expensive shoes she picked out. I am also happy to record the first withdrawal from my account under the blackmail contract! How can having a low savings account balance make you happier? It must be crazy, crazy, crazy! After the objection period expired, they informed me that the contract was renewed and I told them I was very happy. He talked to me for about 30 minutes that night and I was in heaven!

Without the excess of overnight testosterone in my blood, the next day I read what I had signed. I agreed to pay 600 euros per month for a year. That means an increase of 50 euros per month! If a slave contract was not broken three months before its expiration, it was automatically renewed for another year under the same conditions. I was surprised to find out that after the first year I was paying 1150 euros! It was more than I could bear. I had to delete this immediately!

And then the real challenge began, which continues today. The "blackmail deal" isn't called "blackmail" for nothing; it's for stupid pigs like me. I told them that I could not pay and that the limit was only 600 euros. I work as a mid-level civil servant, but I am divorced and have to pay my ex-wife and children. He said in chat that he already knew that. I'm confused. He filled me in on information about my employer and my personal situation and also knew where I lived and that I had a holiday home in Majorca where I went on holiday three times a year. He then showed me the current sale price of the villa and told me I could afford it for a long time. He was still cold and arrogant. He is also smart. I went back and forth between respect, lust and anger towards him. Eventually, my desires won out and I started to curb my shopping habits. Instead of wine, I got discount wine from a wine merchant and even skipped my weekly trip to the sauna. I gave up more and more the few comforts I had allowed myself. I was obsessed with talking to him, giving him gifts, and watching him take more and more money out of my bank account every month. I am always happy to know that the money I have left is with him. It's like a part of me. I follow him. It's been eight months since I served as a blackmail slave under a slave contract, and if I don't want all my possessions to become the property of a money master for another year, I must break my money slave contract next month. I do not know what to do. I want to be his slave, but I don't know where to get another one. But I can't imagine being a slave to their money anymore. Now I'm trying to figure out how to sell my vacation home since I haven't been there in 8 months. I had no money to fly.