What it feels like to be addicted to spending your slave’s m..
Added 2025-02-21 13:17:00 +0000 UTCWhat it feels like to be addicted to spending your slave’s money… (True story)
This morning I played a fun game with someone who reminded me of my first real-life slave I had at 19 – the person responsible for where I am today. My true story is in one of my pinned posts on my main site (follow the bread crumb trail to find it), but today I want to focus on one specific aspect of that life-defining relationship.
As you already know, I had at least one of his credit cards with me at all times – for my daily allowance, groceries, and emergencies. As a shy 19 y.o. bioscience student, initially I felt uncomfortable spending his money without first requesting permission, but this changed quickly as our respective addictions (my shopping addiction and his need to spend on me) spiraled out of control.
At that point, our typical conversation went like this:
“Darling, please, let this be your last purchase for today. You are eating into my overdraft! My wife will catch me spending on you!”
“Sure thing, but I am actually in this lingerie boutique right now, about to try on this really cute lingerie set you’d love. But I will put it back now, I already spent so much today!”
“Oh no, don’t put it down! Please go into the fitting booth and show me!”
With a grin, I would go into the fitting booth, strip down, and record a try on haul for him, and minutes later he would beg me to get it, which I always did, the price tag notwithstanding.
Paying for the purchase with his card made me so excited and horny that on my way out I had to “accidentally” see something else I loved, made a big show in the store of how I always wanted something like that, took it back to the fitting booth, stripped down, made myself cum on camera, and sent it to him. This happened countless times. I really miss doing that. Whoever helps me relive these moments again will be rewarded beyond his wildest imagination.
