My Personal Piggy Bank – Findom Fun ♕

Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness was wrong.

Besides, money always made me that much happier when it came from my personal piggy bank. In other words, my pay pig. Half the fun of having money from him was just taking it.

During the process of discovering my kinks, I realized just how much I enjoyed financial domination. The willing submissiveness. The undying devotion. Indeed, I just couldn’t get enough. I didn’t need their money, but I loved to take it.

I still remember the first guy that became my personal piggy bank.

With attention to potential prospects, I’d search online in personals listings. It wasn’t long before I came across a guy who seemed desperate to surrender his funds. From the looks of things, it seemed as though he had quite a bit to give. In contrast to some of the other postings I’d come across, I knew he was perfect for me.

Messaging him, I told him that I’d be demanding some money upfront if he was serious about entering into an arrangement. After all, if we were meeting in person, he wouldn’t show up empty-handed. Therefore online shouldn’t be any different. Accordingly, he responded that he would do anything to prove himself and that he just wanted to serve me. I could already tell I would enjoy having him as my personal piggy bank.

Nothing in life is free, and that includes me.

Subsequently, I never let him forget that fact. Obedient to a tee, he never missed a payment. For the most part, he would pay me even more than I expected. It was easy to see how much he enjoyed our arrangement. He’d beg for me to tell him how pathetic and worthless he was. How his money was the only thing he was good for. How he owed me everything, and I owed him nothing.

Occasionally I’d reward his good behavior. After all, he did a pretty good job at being my personal piggy bank. I would reward him with a short phone call or video call to let him hear how happy his money made me. Such rewards often resulted in him sending me even more money. Honestly, that’s why I even bothered to do them in the first place. It was a win-win. And it always seemed to motivate him even more.

He knew I only cared about his money; he was my personal piggy bank, after all.

I neither accepted nor tolerated excuses when it came to him paying me. It wasn’t my fault if I was draining his bank account. It was what he wanted. Not only was it what he wanted, but it was what he begged for.

Being my personal piggy bank meant that my needs came first. He knew this. So I was confused when he had the audacity one time to ask for some of his money back to cover his rent.

I told him that wasn’t my problem.

Such insubordination was not going to be tolerated. And the fact that he asked for some money to be returned was an indicator that he was going broke.

Again, not my problem.

A pay pig is of no use without funds. And so I ended our arrangement. After all, if he couldn’t pay his rent, how would he be able to continue to pay me?

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