We talk, exchanging information like we're trading baseball cards. One tidbit for another, all of equal weight and value, simple factoids to familiarize ourselves with one another. There comes a point when I mention something related to our shared fetishes, and it is met with interest, as I had expected. Your questions become a bit more personal, which I welcome with quiet delight; you have been so incredibly sweet and shy, rightfully allowing Me to take lead of our conversations. But the moment the word "power" is spoken, your tune changes. You go from being a gentle, kind male to a drooling submissive. I knew it would take very little effort to soften you, so I slowly let the conversation drift into a more sexually charged direction. I tell you more about Me, what I enjoy, what makes Me tick, what sort of person can get under My skin. Something about the way you properly address Me, every single time you speak, is really warming Me up inside. The more we talk, the more you hint at wanting to be financially controlled. Seeing your eagerness flips a switch in My mind and I am now overtaken with power and greed. My first demand is a meager sum, and you send the money so quickly I barely have a chance to blink. You write fifty lines for Me, by hand, while you are at work; knowing that you could easily be caught writing "Mistress Sara makes my cock hard and my soul weak" while hunched over at your desk. I feel a twinge of excitement inside My stomach, but we say our goodbyes for the day, as it is very late where you live. When we next speak, you speak of your growing arousal, which leads Me to make more demands. You're too happy to oblige, telling Me you were leaking from your cock as you sent My money. Our conversations are peppered with both vanilla and kink, but it often circles back to domination; we can't seem to stay away. This time, you are getting desperate to cum, your cock has been hard for Me for days, and you seem faint with sexual excitement. This is when I tell you to surprise Me with a gift; I don't tell you how much to send, because I want to see what YOU think I'm worth. I also assign more lines, 75x "Mistress Sara is my most dangerous addiction." You are so hurried that you overcompensate, writing it 80 times, and you apologize for disobeying. I allow you freedom from punishment, as I'm so pleased with the promptness of your delivery. That is when I see I have two new emails; one of which is a very generous amount of cash, and the other is photos of your handwritten lines. I'm instantly drenched, turned on beyond belief, and can't keep Myself from masturbating to orgasm within two minutes. I've never been so aroused in My life.
You are suffering, wanting to give Me more, wanting to fall to your knees to give away everything you have. Today, you showed that to Me yet again, sending even more money as you thanked Me for weakening you and taking from you. Your cock is on fire with the most gentle touch, but I won't allow you to cum yet. For the time being, I own that cock, and I own that cum. Knowing this just makes Me feel greedier, thirstier, and more powerful.