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I stumbled upon DommeBellatrix’s profile while searching for a mistress who could satisfy my sick cravings. Her bio was a testament to her cruelty, listing her turn-ons as rich pigs and fat wallets, pathetic paying cuckold boys, and the art of draining, using, and ignoring her subjects. She was an expert in bondage, discipline, and domination, with a particular fondness for leather, latex, and the tears of her slaves. I was drawn in, like a moth to a flame.
I entered her femdom video chat room, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. There she was, DommeBellatrix, encased in a cruel corset of black leather, her legs sheathed in sheer stockings, and her feet arched in a pair of deadly stiletto heels. She was a vision of malice, and I was instantly ensnared.
She noticed me, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she read my username – ‘worthlesspaypig’. She laughed, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “Well, well,” she sneered, “look what we have here. A worthless paypig, ripe for the taking.”
I was trapped, helpless to resist her allure. She commanded me to turn on my camera, to let her see the pathetic creature she was dealing with. I obeyed, my hands trembling as I revealed myself to her. She sneered at the sight of me, her eyes gleaming with cruel contempt.
She began her domination session, her voice a harsh whip that lashed me into submission. She told me to kneel, to grovel before her, to understand my worthlessness. She was a master of cruelty, using her words to flay me, to strip me of my dignity.
Financial domination was her forte, and she reveled in it. She demanded tributes, her eyes gleaming with greed as she watched me scramble to please her. She laughed as I emptied my wallet, calling me a pathetic paypig, a worthless worm existing only to fund her luxurious lifestyle. She taunted me, telling me that I was nothing more than a cash machine, a disposable toy for her amusement.
She was a expert in the art of humiliation, using her body to tease and torment me. Clad in her cruel lingerie, her leather and latex a second skin, she flaunted her curves, laughing as I begged for a touch, a taste. She denied me, of course, reminding me that I was not worthy of her attention, only her contempt.
Her expertise in bondage was evident in the way she instructed me to restrain myself, using belts and ties to bind my hands and feet. She watched, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as I squirmed and struggled, helpless before her. She used toys to torment me, her collection of dildos, whips, and handcuffs put to cruel use. She was particularly fond of hair pulling, using it to assert her dominance, to remind me of my place in the gutter.
Role-playing was another tool in her arsenal of cruelty. One moment she was a stern warden, tormenting her helpless inmate, the next she was a cruel goddess, toying with her pitiful mortal plaything. She used her heels to trample my self-respect, her stocking-clad legs to kick me while I was down.
As the session came to a close, I was a broken, sobbing mess, my body aching and my bank account empty. DommeBellatrix looked down at me, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She was pleased with my suffering, pleased with the fat tribute I had paid. She sneered at me, her voice a harsh dismissal. “Pathetic paypig,” she said, “you’re lucky I’m letting you go. Now crawl back to your miserable life, and don’t forget to send me more money.”
My encounter with DommeBellatrix was a descent into degradation, a lesson in cruelty. She was a mistress who took pleasure in the suffering of her slaves, who reveled in the power of financial domination. And I, her worthless paypig, was left broken and drained in her wake. So, if you’re a pathetic slave with a fat wallet, if you’re yearning to be used and abused, then pay a visit to DommeBellatrix’s femdom video chat room. But be warned: she will strip you of your dignity, your self-respect, and your money. And she will leave you a broken, begging mess.
