Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2016 06:57:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Monkey Town <monkeytown643@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Losing It part 1

I give Master access to my TeamViewer. He takes control of my computer and
does some things to it. Some of it I can't see, but he lets me see when he
logs into my bank account and starts a series of progressively increasing
drains. I watch as he drains $50, $100, $200, $400. He stops, but I am
vibrating with ecstasy – the loss of control, the intense transfer of
energy – I feel the energy being pulled from me, I feel like I'm coming
and falling into darkness. Dizzying. Annihilating.

He has just begun.

He installs a finance tracking app on my computer and orders me to keep it
up to date. Over the following few weeks, he takes control every few days
and makes me watch as he drains me. Sometimes just small amounts – $10,
$20, $40. He likes to double each time, he knows I get dizzy watching, that
it terrifies me with a sticky, black joy – the allure of destruction. He
tells me to  fuck myself on a dildo while he drains me, so I feel him
cashfucking me all up inside me – blurring the mental and physical. He
sends me bigger dildos from time to time; I need to hide them from my
boyfriend. I have to hide all this from my boyfriend – he would be
furious that I'm letting all this money go, money we could be spending on a
house or a holiday.

He begins to drop small, personal details into the conversation when he
chats with me, so I know he's finding out what I have tried to keep secret
from him and every Dom before. He knows my real, full name and where I grew
up. He has my address book and access to my Facebook account – he posts
something short and funny from my account so I know. He knows where I work
and my boss's name. He knows where I live. He knows the people at my
church. He lets me know all this a piece at a time and slowly. It gives me
the feeling of the sky closing in, of disaster approaching, everything
getting darker, with fewer routes to escape. With each step, more terror
fills my body, my mind grows more cloudy, as I sit on the dildo I fuck
myself harder, more violently, I cry out with greater abandon. My fagclit
drools slime, yet I never cum; he never gives me permission. My live drifts
by in a haze, I feel more distant from the people around me, I can tell my
boyfriend worries, but we don't speak about it.

He reviews my finances to see where I spend money and how I make it. He
uses some mild hypnosis to relax my excited mind and open me up as He
questions me closely to make sure I haven't left anything out, that He
knows about all the accounts, all the savings, all the insurance
policies. He asks me more questions about which friends are important and
what they think of me, why we are friends. He asks about my family. I am
surprised He cares, it confuses me, but the hypnosis lets me relax and let
my confusions go.

My job pays really well, but it stresses me out. My boss is very intense
and the clients I consult to are often trainwrecks. The work is very
demanding. I fantasise about being a full-time slave to Master and waiting
on Him all day, naked; living in a cage at night, constantly horny,
bankrupt, free of all responsibility except His pleasure. It feels like the
day might come soon. I wake in night from dreams of Him, towering over me.