So many nights spent kneeling, stroking, surfing the internet for what you need.
Searching for something that triggers you, sends you into that spiral of draining cash as you stroke, shooting load after load then soon after needing it again.
Hours going by in minutes, entire nights, entire days, even multiple days of draining, with almost no memory of time passing, lost in the subspace only a true cashpig can feel as it gives in to its God.
What many cashpigs recount is never truly being satisfied with traditional sex. They would be sexually active, but never felt the need for it described by many other men. They were confused when other men talked about needing to fuck, or getting blueballs if they hadn’t fucked in a while; they wondered often if something was wrong with them. Many were tested for testosterone levels.
But in searching online, viewing porn, looking deeper into fetishes, they were excited in a new way at the thought of being submissive. It felt different, it touched on a deeper craving. While traditional porn helped them jerk off and shoot a load, this new porn spoke to them, and stayed with them long after their cock exploded.
And soon, in their need to go deeper, the cashpig found the trigger: financial domination. At first, though intrigued, they swore it would never be for them. They would never be so stupid where they needed to drain cash.
Until they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Laying in bed, tossing, wondering how it would feel. Night after night spend stroking, cock and palm soaked in lube, reading more about it. My pages, porn, stories of ruin. Bankruptcy. Blackmail. They were addicted. It consumed them.
And soon, they dipped in. A conversation with their soon-to-be Master. Sending the first $20, something they swore they would never do, but almost instantly exploding. Then the promise to never do it again. Until 30 minutes later, when they couldn’t fight it. $20 became $40, then they hit $100 for the first time.
Soon, the cashpig tries even more to fight it. Deleting accounts, cutting up credit cards. Blocking its Master in an attempt to run.
But it feels lost. Sex feels meaningless, and simply doesn’t fill the craving. And then, after the pain of trying to deny what you are, you come to the conclusion that not only is this what you are, but you deserve this rush. You work hard to be used this way. When properly drained, you sleep better, work harder, earn more. The need builds naturally over time, until you kneel and remain ready to be raped. Regular rapings are scheduled, and your need to go deeper, to hand over information, access, and more become a major part of your life.
You have been here, like many others piggy. This is what you are. You worked hard to be able to give in to your true self, living as an owned cashpig to your Master.
Jump in piggy. Take the plunge. Click….
So very true. It is all consuming.