Cassie's Finance Domination Journey Chapter 3
Edward, now known as Sherry, did as Cassie instructed. He bought a tiny pink cage to lock his penis inside and paired it with matching lacy pink underwear.
Cassie switched their communication method to WhatsApp for convenience. She renamed his number as "Money Bitch." She was looking at a photo Sherry had just sent. Completely naked, the man could only cover his modesty with the cage. Sherry was looking down shamefully, but through the humiliation of being put in chastity, Cassie could see the arousal. This old man seemed to enjoy being ordered around by a young girl. Any real man would've taken control, but Sherry wasn't a real man—Cassie called him Sherry for a reason.
"Put on the panties," Cassie wrote.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied.
Evie snickered as a few moments later, she received another photo. Sherry was still in the same nude position, only this time donning the feminine panties. Evie revelled in her newfound control over this much older man. This was a power she'd never experienced before. It was thrilling!
Cassie typed, "Such a pathetic little bitch letting me take control of you like this, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress." Sherry's shame radiated through the two words.
[Turn around for me. Pull the panties into your crack so they look like a thong. I want to see how good your ass is.] Cassie chuckled while typing, finding it hard to believe she was speaking to Sherry like this. She felt no remorse in treating him like this.
Evie giggled as Sherry complied and the image came. His pale butt cheeks were barren, except for the lacy fabric peeking out from his crack. Cassie's boyfriend would've never allowed himself to be in such an embarrassing situation. He wouldn't even have worn her panties as a joke. But Rhys, her boyfriend, was a man, strong and dominating. Sherry was not.
[How do you feel, Sherry? Are you enjoying yourself?]
[Yes, Mistress. It's a bit undignified, though.]
[I think you have some dignity left. Let me take it. Get on all fours, facing the mirror, and snap a picture.]
A few minutes passed without a reply, but Sherry's message showed as read and no "typing" notification appeared. Had Cassie gone too far? Would Sherry not submit to this level of degradation? Third time was the charm, as a photo of Sherry on all fours, ass raised toward the mirror, arrived in the chat.
Cassie nearly burst with laughter. This was the most humiliating, ridiculous, and pitiful thing she'd ever seen.
[Mistress, I'm so turned on right now. Please may I touch myself?]
Cassie considered his request, weighing if she had crossed a boundary. However, he'd been a good little submissive, submitting to her will. Perhaps Sherry deserved a small reward. On the other hand, he'd only just put on the chastity device, and she didn't want to make it useless by allowing him to remove it.
Using her newly-gained sense of dominance, Cassie typed, "Absolutely not. Go take a cold shower. I've got things to do now, so don't you dare disturb me. Sissies don't get to wear men's underwear."
While the next few days passed, Cassie pondered whether she'd crossed the line between coercion and willing submission with Sherry. She even investigated findom/blackmail forums on Reddit to see if Sherry really wanted to follow her orders. Ultimately, Cassie added a safety feature for Sherry.
[Sherry, I'm really enjoying humiliating and blackmailing you. I'm not sure how far this will go. So, I've decided to give you a "safe word" so you can let me know if you want to stop temporarily or forever. If you do, say "Hilary Clinton".]
[Yes, Mistress. Clinton would ruin anybody's good time.]
[Now, let's discuss money. I want to know how much money you have in your account. Send me your online banking login details.]
Multiple times, the "typing" notification popped up only to vanish and then appear again. Sherry was struggling to come up with an appropriate reply. This didn't sit well with Cassie, who felt a heavy weight in her gut as she anticipated the sign that would reveal the secret code.
[I'm hesitant to provide such sensitive information, Mistress. How about I send you a screenshot of my account instead?]
Cassie pursed her lips in annoyance. Sherry's refusal to follow her orders was annoying her. Her thumbs tapped away rapidly on her phone. [Mark my words, slut. This is not negotiation. I hold incriminating photos of you in various compromising situations featuring your face. If you don't do as I've instructed, I'll send those pictures to five people on your contacts list. So listen carefully.]
When Cassie pressed send, a hint of guilt lingered in her mind. Maybe she was being too harsh. She was still new to this and unsure of how to fully embody her role. She had offered Sherry an option. If he'd gone too far, all he had to do was type the designated countermeasure. That was the idea, right?
His next response held no mention of Hillary Clinton or Michelle Obama. It contained his bank account details instead.
Excitedly trembling, Cassie opened the banking app and inserted the given information. She was in. She was, in fact, in control of this man's bank account. She'd known he had a well-paying job but had not been prepared for the vast amount of money he had saved. He was quite wealthy. In fact, she was. Since this wasn't his money any longer, but rather her own, she possessed it.
She swiftly navigated to the security settings and started replacing all of his details with her own. Her number. Her email address. However, the address could not be changed. She switched the username and chose a new password. If Sherry attempted to recover his account, the security codes would be sent to her instead of him. Cassie had complete command over his finances. And she felt an unrivaled sense of triumph.
[Sherry, please log into your account for me]
Cassie grinned enthusiastically when a recovery text flashed into her inbox. Five minutes later, his response came in. [I'm sorry, I'm unable to enter the account. I can't even access it. You've locked me out, Mistress.]
[Indeed, I have. Your account is now mine. Your money is now mine. If you're a well-behaved slave, I might throw you a couple of dollars for groceries, but otherwise, your assets are entirely at my disposal.]
[Yes, Mistress. I hope you enjoy your new funds.]
[What are you?]
[I'm your slave, Mistress.]
[Fine. You can take off your cage tonight since you've behaved so well. However, you must replace it promptly once you're done and it'll not be coming off again anytime soon.]
[Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.]
Cassie gazed fixedly at her phone in disbelief. Not only had he not tried to prevent her from seizing control over his finances, but he even thanked her for it. How sad and pathetic he seemed.
Cassie then opened the Amazon app. She made ready to conduct a shopping spree.
Read also:
- A Memory You Cannot Erase
- Spotted Observing
- Secrets in the Shadows, Episode Thirteen
- Lisa's Milk Issue: Chapters 6-7
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