You don’t just lose your money. You lose yourself.

He didn’t plan to end up here. He wandered in like they all do.. curious, cautious, already halfway Mine.

A polite little L$1,000 dropped at My feet. “Hope You smile the tiniest bit.”
I didn’t smile. I don’t smile for crumbs. Another thousand. Then another. Each one like a nervous knock on My door.
Then he dared to ask: “And now I just wait and hope, Miss Olivia?”
My answer cut him open: “Yes… and pay more of course… like a good piece of shit does. Huh? Pathetic fag.”

That was the first crack.

The leash always tightens… faster than you think.

He whimpered. Paid again. I spat in his face but he paid even more. Told him to “get the fuck out of My IM” and he stayed.

By the time I whispered, “I know you can do much better, loser” his hands were already shaking. L$2,000 more. And he whispered: “I crave more than I can sustain.” But he kept paying. Because he couldn’t stop. And at that moment I knew it was already over. 😈

The Rules

I asked him how much a “good fag” really needs to survive. He mumbled something about food and expenses.
I told him the cheapest food and bare necessities were more than enough for him and the rest belonged to Me.
A yank of the leash drove the point home.

From then on:

• Every payment was to be made from his knees in RL.
• He would never cum without My permission.
• Permission costs 25K.
• His only worth was in tribute.

He agreed without hesitation.

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His Marriage

Somewhere between the insults and the payments, he confessed: he’s married. A “Real Life Owner” wife who keeps him chaste. 🤭 But she doesn’t know I’m here. She doesn’t know I’ve overridden her rules. She doesn’t know he’s paying Me to take more than she ever has.

And the best part?
He likes it that way.
The secrecy.
The betrayal.
The risk of being caught while on his knees for Me.

“He leaks when I hurt him. He leaks when I laugh. He leaks when I ignore him.”

By now, he was leaking constantly… He’d tell Me how wet he was, how much he was trembling, how he couldn’t think straight. Half our conversations were confessions of how soaked he was, the other half were him sending more Lindens he “couldn’t really spare right now” because I told him to.

I named him Drippy for a reason.
He leaks before I even log in.
He leaks when I hurt him.
He leaks when I laugh at him.
He leaks when I ignore him.

When I demanded the full 25K L$ for a cash meet, he uploaded it. When I told him to hand over the last L$352 in his account, he obeyed without question. No delay. No protest. Just “Yes Goddess” and an empty balance.

Then I planted the next seed: the Pishock. A remote shock device I could trigger any time, on his balls while he worked, drove, or filmed. No safe moment again. He agreed instantly and paid another 5K L$ for “My sound advice.”

I told him about a spiked cage, one that would hurt with every movement, locked with a key only I held, a key I could throw away if he displeased Me. I described marking him, gluing things to his skin so everyone would see he was Mine.
Every word opened his wallet wider.

The Climax Tax

When I finally allowed him to cum (without touching) and I made sure it cost him. 25K L$ for the release. 30K L$ due next time. A shocker ordered immediately.

“You will always be in debt to Me.
You will be Mine as long as you owe.
And you will owe forever.”

Within 30 minutes, Drippy had poured L$50,352 into My hands. Every tribute followed by another kneel. Every kneel followed by another demand. And every demand met with blind obedience, because he’s terrified of disappointing Me, and even more terrified of losing Me.

Knees sore.
Wallet empty.
Mind owned.
Marriage compromised.
Future rewritten.

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The Future

Drippy’s marriage? Secondary. His finances? Irrelevant. His release? Mine to grant, mine to deny, mine to sell back to him at whatever price I please. His cock is a coin slot, and I’m the only one who gets to cash out. And he’ll be back.
They always come back.

Your Guide to Following His Footsteps

1. Start Paying: Don’t hover, don’t beg for attention. Pay first. Then speak.
2. Kneel for Every Tribute: I want to feel you submit physically, even when I’m not watching.
3. Give Me Your Rules: I will erase them and write new ones. You will obey them.
4. Confess Everything: The more I know, the deeper I can dig. Hide nothing.
5. Buy My Control: Shockers, cages, marks. You will purchase your own restraints.
6. Accept the Debt: You will owe forever. And as long as you owe, you belong to Me.

“Step forward, and you won’t walk away whole.”

By the time I’m done with you, your account will be drained. Your knees will ache. Your mind will be rewired. Your relationships compromised.

And you’ll thank Me. Just like he did.

💋 Olivia Silverspar ~ I don’t stop until you’re nothing.