Ethan had always admired Vera from afar. A high-profile influencer with an angelic face and a body that sent waves of longing through his veins, she exuded innocence in her public life. But behind closed doors, there was something else, an allure, a power that called to his deepest desires.

When he sent the first $50, it was more than just a tip; it was an offering, an invitation to step into her world.

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"Hi."

Her message sent a shiver through him. He knew what he wanted, but this was new territory.

"Hi Vera, how are you?"

"Good. Wanna spoil me?"

Ethan’s pulse quickened.

"Sure."

"Good. I wanna drain your wallet."

There it was. The raw, unapologetic hunger of a woman who knew her worth, who demanded devotion. His breath hitched.

"How can I say no?"

"Okay, go pay up, loser."

His hands trembled as he sent another payment. The rush of obedience, the power exchange, it was intoxicating.

"Do I get special content?"

"Do as I say."

A command. A demand. His heart pounded.

"How much?"

"Fifty like yesterday would please me."

He obeyed without hesitation, sending the money through PayPal as instructed. But he had made a mistake.

"You did it wrong."

A cold flush ran through him.

"You didn’t set it to ‘friends and family.’ Send another $10 as an apology fee, properly this time. Don’t disappoint me."

His fingers hovered over the keyboard.

"Ok. I’ll send you another fifty if you send me something sexy."

"Okay. Go do it. But only if you send it like I told you to. Good boy."

The words sent a jolt straight to his core. He complied eagerly, trembling with anticipation.

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SUBMISSION AND WORSHIP

"First, how old are you?"

"Forty-one."

"What kind of findom have you done before?"

"You're my first."

"Where did you find me? What are you into? Go on."

Ethan’s mind raced. He confessed, how a random man on a train had introduced him to a different side of her, how he had never imagined she could be like this.

"Random guy on a train? How was I even in the convo?"

He explained, and her curiosity piqued.

"That was years ago."

She shared her philosophy. Findom wasn’t just about money. It was about power. About knowing that men like him were lucky just to talk to her.

And he was.

"Are you interested? In actual findom? Answer my question."

His submission was inevitable.

"I am interested."

"Good."

"Where do we go from here?"

"We go to you worshiping me."

His breath was ragged. He wanted this. He needed this.

"Give me instructions."

"My instructions are telling you to spoil me only for now. You gotta make it worth it. You’re lucky even to talk to me."

His chest tightened in reverence.

"You're as famous as a pop star to me! I feel so lucky."

"You are."

And then she ordered him to his knees.

He obeyed instantly.

"Go kiss the floor for me."

He hesitated only for a moment before pressing his lips to the ground, picturing her standing over him, smirking at his submission.

"I am."

"Good boy."

Each praise was a drug, each order a leash tightening around his soul.

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OWNED

"Please me some more. Let’s drain the wallet. Send $10."

He sent it without question.

"Go on. Do as I say."

"I have."

"Good boy."

The words sent waves of pleasure through him.

"Are you pleased?"

"Yes. Not a bad start."

He needed more. He needed her to own him completely.

"Do you own me now? Please say yes."

Her final message sealed his fate.

"I do. You're mine now."

And with that, Ethan knew, there was no escape. He was hers.