Money Troubles 2

Today was pay day, the day of the week where her hopes were the highest, but her sense of potential disappointment was also high. The anxiety that made her stomach flip all day made concentrating on her job difficult, but simmering under that, keeping her committed to it, was the strange sense of arousal that came with it.

Financially she was doing well, a good job, a nice apartment in a nice part of town, disposable income to do the things she wanted. Then she met him, at the time just a guy on a BDSM message board, someone into control and denial. He lived on the other side of the country, it didn't stop them from playing remotely, exploring in ways that they could. For her, giving up control was always a thrill and giving him control at times was as much stress relief as it was arousing.

As she walked to her car at the end of the day, her heels clicking and echoing through the carpark, she tried to remember how the idea came up. It built over time, started as a fantasy and over several days they kept coming back to it and refining it, until it seemed like something that could actually happen. Not financial domination exactly, more like financial reliance on him, with her own money.

Each week her employer deposited her pay into a shared account with him. It required authorization from both of them before money could be moved out of it. In this way he could never "rob" her, she still had to authorize all movements and able to see where money was meant to go. Every night on pay day they would video call and he would decide how much was sent to her private spending account.

He couldn't see this account, it was hers to spend as she wished with no requirement to justify her purchases. This was the money she had to live on for the week, it would need to pay for food, drinks and any social/recreation activities for the week. She could ask more during the week, but it had to be justified, he had to agree and he would always extract a cost.

Last week, her face flushed at the memory, she was invited to dinner unexpectedly, he had approved extra funds, but for the next three days twice a day she had to edge herself on cam while he watched. One of those days was a Monday and he had her agree she would comply once while at work. Those few minutes in a bathroom stall seemed to drag forever as she tried to ride the pleasure as part of her brain kept itself aware of her surroundings, listening for someone that may enter. It wasn't until she was washing her hands that she was aware of the scent and became even more embarrassed as she left.

She arrived at her apartment car park, lost in the thought of that session in the bathroom, having him tell her to rub herself, to finger fuck herself, having her stop before she could cum.

Tonight he would decide how much money she had for the week. Her rent and utilities were always paid from the shared account, food and discretionary spending had to come from her allowance. He would not only give her justification for the amount, but also allow her to agree to challenges or tasks to earn more.

Two weeks ago he had given her a base rate of $110, not even enough for decent meals for the week. He had agreed to let her have an extra $80 if she restricted herself to the same thong for the week. It meant no underwear every evening as she washed and dried her thong, and even thought it was clean every morning she felt dirty wearing the same pair every day. Right now she looked forward to something more comfortable tomorrow.

A mid week strip tease for him earned her another $30, and it made her feel just as cheap when it she clicked the approved button in her app to send it to her spending account.

She had $12 left in her account right now, he didn't know that, and wouldn't ask, if she saved some from week to week. That account was her secret, her financial refugee. She started her shower, thinking about to wear for tonight's call, how to present herself. Her Netflix subscription was due this week, discretionary spending they had agreed and had to come from her account, plus her brothers birthday was this weekend and she needed to buy a gift. Her parents had said they would pay for the birthday dinner, which was one meal she didn't have to worry about.

Stepping into the shower her thoughts wandered to the upcoming call, her pussy throbbed at the thought, the humiliation of having to listen to him start the call. Telling her she wasn't good managing her finances, she was, and that she should thank him for taking over. Those opening moments would make her body flush with hear, her pussy would get wet and her mind would wander, making it hard to concentrate. It was difficult even now, to keep her hands focused on just washing herself and not touching more intimately.

Not trusting herself she quickly finished and stepped out of the shower, dried herself and headed to her bedroom. She needed him to be in a good mood, or more accurately a generous mood. She took her time with her makeup and hair, she knew he liked red lips so took her time making sure they looked perfect. She picked out a simple, but sexy, matching set of baby blue bra and thong and a sundress over top, completing the looking with a pair of open toe heels.

She sat in front of her computer, waiting for him to join, she expected him to be late, she had figured he liked to make her wait, she couldn't move away as she had to let him into the call as soon as he arrived. The heat between her legs was becoming distracting, she wiggled in her seat, willing herself to put the rising arousal out of her mind. This was a negotiation, she needed a clear head, she smiled, almost laughed, knowing that her mind was far from clear now, and once her was here it would be even more distracted.

She waited...