Understanding the Need to Serve

It is a special place between a cashpig and its Master.

For the cashpig, it’s a process, months, even years, reading every word, craving a new post, a new mail, small tributes, even as the dream of the hard fuckover grows.

For the Master, it’s about letting it build, reading its submissive, feeling the triggers increase in effectiveness, manipulating the pig, toying with it, until it lingers there on the edge, the craving driving it deeper and deeper.

And then it begins.

The initial $100 demand. A big step for so many, finally hitting triple digits. The first time, a cashpig will explode. But for the lingering piggy, for the one who has spent countless hours reading My words, reading about others’ wallet fuckovers, it needs far more.

Adding its credit cards, adding to the account. Needing to feel it drain.

The demand increases. $200.

The instant click tells its Master everything.

A jump to $400. Clicked immediately.

The cashpig is now property. It doesn’t think for itself; it obeys.

Recording now sent to the Master, toys ripping its cunt apart on film.

$600. Sent

That’s all it takes now. Simply typing in a number.

Then it hits the max.

The max tribute is $999 on Niteflirt. But one click is never enough.

The cashpig now rents an AirBNB, and hires escorts to come fuck its holes as its Master demands. Jumps on cam sites so random strangers can watch as its holes and wallet are fucked over.

$999.

$999

$999

Over and over it drains, thousands grows to tens of thousands, as cards get maxed out and savings drained.

The cashpig loses control, and hands over all identifying information. No more secrets.

$999

$999

It doesn’t stop as the pig loses all control in a binge that last two weeks. Two weeks that change the course of its existence.

Over $26,000 drained.

And is now reading this, ready to start all over again.

Go ahead….begin the journey with a click.