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Idea for financial control inspired by @properplace

"Please master, may I have my weekly earnings now?" I beg as I finish lapping up his piss from the bowl on the floor. Piss drips from my chin as I look up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Hmm. I honestly don't think you've earned it yet, slut." He puts the phone away that he's been recording me with.

"Maybe if this video sells well you'll finally earn enough to buy yourself a coffee this week."

It had been a few months since master had taken away my access to all money and made me earn it back by performing for him and selling videos online. It was so degrading going to work every day and bringing home money, just to never see a dime unless he decided. But it was better this way.

"Yes master, thank you. I was actually hoping to use my earnings to buy some underwear, since you threw all mine away and said I would have to earn them back."

He laughs cruelly and clips a leash to my collar, tugging me after him.

"I doubt that, my little porn pig. The only underwear I would allow you to buy are much too expensive for a broke piggy like you."

He orders me to lay down, face up, and sits on my face, pushing his asshole down onto my mouth. I start licking immediately and he pinches my nipple.

"Look at this pig, the video of me fisting your asshole last week has made almost $200. That means you get 20 cents! How much total have you made now?"

I mumble into his asshole, knowing he already knows how much I've earned in almost three months of him selling pictures and videos of me online. I am only allowed .1% of the earnings, so it has been slow going. "Thwo thollars, thir." I manage to get out. He slaps my tits and pushes his ass harder into my face.

"If you were a better cunt, you might be making more money for us. It's better this way. You don't have to worry about managing money or whether or not you've earned a treat. I decide that for you now. Always."

Underneath him I was starting to regret this new dynamic. Ever since we started this new system he had gotten much meaner and more controlling, making me do the most degrading things every day to earn just pennies. And any time I made the slightest mistake he would make me pay for it. But I knew there was no going back. I had canceled my bank account, emptying it out and giving it all to him, and set up direct deposit for my checks into his account.

He had made me do all this on day one of the new rules, sitting at the computer with my nipples clamped and vibrator on my clit, edging me relentlessly as I gave up all my freedom to him. He actually let me cum just once after I cancelled my last card. I got to cum while he recorded me and fucked me in the ass, while telling him how happy I was that I would never have access to money again.

I feel myself going red. This is even more humiliating than usual. I look down and whisper ‘yes daddy’ and get back into position.

I begin with small kisses and teasing licks. After I’ve worked up to gently pushing my tongue in his hole the first time, I feel myself let out a little moan without meaning to. Fuck, this is what he wanted, I’m so turned on. I’m so infatuated with my husband’s asshole. My humiliation starts to subside and I start making out with it in full, moaning and bucking my hips.

"I'm not--" Kay's unwieldy hand slides right off of the buckle, and she makes an irritated noise. "Look, it was just a little mess. And what about when I need to do things?"

"I am happy to help you with anything you need help with," Lizabet informs her. "All you need to do is ask."

Kay thinks the mittens can't stay for that long--her roommate will surely get sick of helping Kay with all of the normal aspects of daily life she can't do with them on--but Lizabet doesn't seem bothered by them at all.

Needing to ask Lizabeth to do things as simple as turn doorknobs and make food makes Kay burn with embarrassment, though.

She's never felt so helpless.

--

"It's for your own good," Lizabet tells Kay as she finishes sliding the plug into Kay's cunt, securing the small vibrator over her clit, and then locking her up in the chastity belt. She doesn't even bother to put a lock on it, because it's not like Kay can manage to open it anyway.

"I don't --" The vibrator pulses on for just a second, and Kay breaks of with a squeal. "Oh god. This isn't--"

The vibrator turns on again, just a low-level hum, and she bites off her own words with a gasp.

"You can't touch yourself, of course," Lizabet says clinically, "and it's not as though it's practical for me to rub you off whenever you need to cum, so this is the simplest solution."

"But how will I--you--"

Sympathetically, Lizabet says, "Oh, Kay, you can hardly be trusted to decide when you need to cum, can you? Not when you can't even be trusted with your fingers."

--

"it's for your own good," Lizabet tells Kay as she slides a dildo gag into Kay's mouth and then secures it around the back of her head so it stays in place.

Kay tries to protest, but it just comes out a garbled mumble. The vibrator pulses to life between her legs, like it's rewarding her for not being able to talk.

Rule: “-While not sucking you are immediately to be gagged if not needed for other things, and once ungagged you are expected to immediately start sucking.”

Gags serve an important purpose for me as a mouth fuckhole. Most of my training is centered around my mouth so it’s important to have that hole thoroughly trained and properly stored when not in use. This ensures that I’m always eager to suck, and that my sucking is the best possible quality when given the opportunity to do so.

Unfortunately for me, spending time gagged this way results in a very wet pussy that earns me lots of punishment. 

"I don't care if you want to wear it, put it on."

"I don't ask you to make cute noises, that's why I spank you when I want to hear them."

"Stop overthinking with that mouth and lick my boots clean with it instead."

"Do as you're told or you'll do as you're told with tears and an apology. You'll straighten out that attitude right now or I'll straighten it for you."

"I can't have you going out tonight unmarked. Fetch me my paddle. And be a dear and bring me a glass of water too. Beating you is a good workout."

"Show me how you blush knowing you're my obedient pet. Look at you, blushing on command. You're so well-behaved it's adorable."

"Now you listen to me, here's what's going to happen."

"Not a peep out of you."

"Bend over and wait for me, I'll need to take out some stress on your body soon."

"Stop. You're too little for that. I will handle that."

"Look at me. Feel my chest with your cheek. Nothing else matters right now."

"Get over my lap right now. No, you didn't do anything wrong, I just want this for you. Take it."

"I didn't teach you to dawdle, do what you were told."

"Did I say you could do that?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Good, I'm glad you're embarrassed for me."

"Kneel at my feet and wait."

"You can take it. I know you can. There, now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Here's what I expect out of you today. Anything less will be a disappointment. And I know you don't like being a disappointment so listen carefully and obey."

"This is why I make the decisions around here."

I want the level of control over her to be down to the smallest detail, total authority over her, even if I don't need to use it regularly. I want to handle the complete control I have over her so well that eventually I earn the trust and privilege for my decisions to become her laws and my word her commands. That she slips into a state where she comfortably and blissfully defaults to unquestionable obedience.

"I can piss on you now? What a good girl you are. That clearly deserves an orgasm. Let me give it to you."

Today marks two weeks since I've cum. Two weeks since my body clenched and released for him. Two weeks of wanting, needing, aching. My cunt stays wet, with desperation.

This denial isn't abuse. It's his pleasure. He hears me squirm, hears my whimper, feels my body tremble. Every drop of my wetness belongs to him. Every frustrated tear, every moan caught in my throat when I edge, his. He owns my orgasms. He owns me.

Yesterday was my hardest day. I struggled. My body ached, hollow and hungry. I begged him, I was totally unreasonable and even bratty and he said no, with kindness and understanding.

Today I woke up with acceptance. He decides when I cum. Not me. His choice. And that knowledge settles deep in my bones, warm and heavy. This is freedom. I don't have to carry the weight of wanting, the pressure of performance. I just surrender.

Orgasm denial strips me bare. Makes me beautiful in my vulnerability. I feel free, free from my own greedy hands, free from chasing a high that fades. Instead I live in this constant state of him. Every breath is for him. Every wet, desperate pulse between my thighs reminds me who I belong to.

There will be days I struggle again. Days my body rebels and my mind wails. That's okay. When Daddy holds me, whispers how proud he is, tells me I'm his good girl, I feel adored. His pride fills me where my own emptiness lives.

He tells me when to edge and for how long. Sometimes the timing feels unreasonable, thirty seconds every three hours or edging for three minutes, it can and is torturous but who am I to question him? He knows best. He makes the rules. I follow them. Every second of that edge, teetering on the brink, I think of him. His voice. His hand. His pleasure.

This denial makes me crave him more. My body remembers the last time he let me cum. My cunt clenches around nothing, searching for him. I'm a mess sometimes, wandering the house or work with wet thighs, wet panties, biting my lip until it bleeds, and that's okay.