A Skype Session: Where Financial and Psychological Control Meet

It began like any other session: he was eager, yet unsure of what exactly he was about to experience. He’d sent his tribute upfront. An amount that clearly showed he was ready to give me what I wanted. Little did he know, tonight’s session would push him further than he ever imagined.

When we connected on Skype, I could sense his nerves before he even spoke. There he was, eyes wide, heart racing, already feeling the weight of the situation as he tried to maintain control over his fidgeting. He was anticipating the typical interactions, but I had different plans. From the moment he saw me, poised and in control, everything shifted.

As I gave him simple commands—posture straight, hands visible. He obeyed quickly, but there was something more simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t just following orders; he was sinking deeper into a mixture of financial and psychological submission that made him feel both powerful and completely powerless at the same time.

The humiliation began as a quiet undercurrent, then gradually intensified. Each time he didn’t obey quickly enough, I made sure to remind him of his place, the imbalance between us. And for every slip-up, every hesitation, he paid. Literally. I imposed fines for every delay, and every disobedient action. Each payment was more than just a transaction; it was a reminder of his worth or lack thereof in my eyes. He wasn’t just a sub; he was a paying one, a finsub who also loved combining female domination and humilation. The money he sent wasn’t just a symbol of his submission, it was part of the power exchange itself.

More money flowed in real time as we spoke. Every missed instruction, every faltering second resulted in another tribute sent directly into my account. It wasn’t just about paying; it was about him feeling the sting of not being good enough, the frustration of not fulfilling my expectations fast enough.

For him, it was a mix of humiliation and exhilaration. His mind was in a whirlwind, torn between wanting to please and feeling the crushing weight of his own inadequacy. Each fine sent him deeper into a trance-like state of submission, but he couldn’t stop. The more I took, the more he gave. The fines weren’t just penalties, they were a form of sacrifice, a proof of his devotion.

He tried to focus, to stay composed, but my presence was overwhelming. Every time he thought he might regain some semblance of control, the next demand I gave sent him spiraling deeper. He felt the pressure of the fines, felt the humiliation coursing through him, and yet there was something irresistible about it.

As the session progressed, the power dynamic solidified. I was the one in charge, not just of his actions, but of his mind, his wallet, his very thoughts. He was paying with more than just money; he was paying with his pride, his ego, his sense of self-worth. And with every tribute, he was sinking deeper into the role I had shaped for him.

By the end of our time together, he was exhausted. His mind overwhelmed by the mix of humiliation and financial surrender. The session had been a psychological ride, with his need to obey and his inability to do so creating a delicious tension that I reveled in. As he sent one last tribute to settle the final fine, I saw the look in his eyes, satisfaction, mixed with a bit of frustration, and a craving for more.

And just like that, the session ended. We may have logged off, but the imprint of what had transpired would stay with him. The combination of financial domination and humiliation had left him reeling, craving the next time we would meet. And I knew, as always, he would be back. Because for those who truly understand the beauty of this dynamic, it isn’t just about the money, it’s about control. And once they’ve tasted it, they’ll always want more. So of course I can now say Aaron* is now one of my weekly regulars.