Valentina and Yusuf her moneyslave 3
The freezing March wind blew over Istanbul, but inside Yusuf’s nearly empty apartment the air was warm, dense with sweat and pre-ejaculatory fluid. In Milan, spring had the taste of Valentina’s wet pussy and my dick filling her.
That afternoon I had taken her on a heavy shopping spree in Montenapoleone. Under the 1,850-euro cashmere coat that Yusuf had just paid for, Valentina wore only a fiery red lace outfit: a balconette bra squeezing her firm tassets and a tiny thong already soaked. As we walked, I occasionally slid a hand under her coat, brushing her swollen clitoris through the wet fabric. She groaned as we were among the crowd.
At Giacomo’s, at a secluded table, I couldn’t resist. I spread her thighs under the tablecloth and slid two fingers inside her warm, slick pussy up to the knuckles. She was drenched, literally dripping. As IHere is the English translation of the text:
The freezing March wind blew over Istanbul, but inside Yusuf’s almost empty apartment the air was warm, dense with sweat and pre-ejaculatory fluid. In Milan, spring tasted of Valentina’s wet pussy and my dick filling her up.
That afternoon I had taken her heavy shopping on Via Montenapoleone. Under the 1,850-euro cashmere coat that Yusuf had just paid for, Valentina wore only a fire-red lace set: a demi-bra squeezing her firm breasts and a tiny thong already soaked. As we walked, I would occasionally slide a hand under her coat, touching her swollen clitoris through the wet fabric. She groaned as we moved among the people.
At Giacomo’s, at a secluded table, I couldn’t resist. I spread her thighs under the tablecloth and slid two fingers inside her warm, slick pussy up to my knuckles. She was soaked, literally dripping. As I massaged her G-spot with slow, deep movements, I dictated the message to her.
Valentina: Disgusting Yusuf, open the new contract: “Total and Permanent Destruction Protocol”. Read it with your useless little dick locked in its cage, while pre-ejaculatory fluid drips onto your balls.
The document was brutal, perverse, final. As she sent the PDF, I continued to fuck her with my fingers under the table, feeling her walls contract and suck on my fingers.
It contained everything: 75% of his salary as an immediate, irreversible tribute. Only 15% to survive (cheapest food possible, no meat, no heating). 10% for medical emergencies, to be begged for on his knees via video. A small, permanent stainless steel chastity cage. The key was in my drawer in Milan, inside her dirty panties from the day before. Every Friday: a nude photo with legs wide apart, the tribute amount written in indelible marker on his chest, belly, and right above the cage, with his purplish dick pushing desperately against it. Sleeping naked on the cold floor every night, with a medium anal plug inserted “to remind you that your ass belongs to us too.” No more orgasms. Ever again. Only painful edging when we granted it to him, maximum once a month.
The response came in less than ten minutes, along with the €3,150 wire transfer.
Yusuf: I signed everything, Masters. The transfer has been sent. My dick is going crazy inside the cage, it hurts so much… I’m dripping onto the floor like a slut. Please, use me until you destroy me.
Valentina came violently on my fingers at the restaurant table, biting her lip until it bled to keep from screaming.
That evening we humiliated him even more.
We ordered a five-minute video from him. He had to be naked on his knees, legs spread wide, cage shiny with saliva (because he had to lick it first), plug clearly visible in his ass. With a broken voice and tears in his eyes, he had to repeat: “My dick no longer exists. I am just a living wallet, an ATM with full balls. Every euro I earn serves only to make Valentina’s pussy wet while her Master fucked her. My frustration is your pleasure. I beg you to ruin me completely.”
The video arrived while we were in a taxi. Valentina pulled out my hard dick and sucked it with an animal hunger, swallowing it down to her throat, while we watched Yusuf crying and repeating those words. His dick was purplish, extremely swollen inside the cage that was too small, a continuous thread of pre-ejaculatory fluid dripping all the way to the ground.
When we got home, I threw her onto the bed like a slut. I took her from behind with force, slapping her ass while she held the phone in her hand and re-read Yusuf’s messages. Every time he wrote “please destroy me,” I plunged up to my balls into her soaked pussy and she screamed with pleasure.
Over the following days, it became a continuous addiction.
Every night at 11:00 PM he had to send photos of his almost empty fridge and a short video where he slapped his dick locked in the cage hard while confessing what “superfluous” item he had dared to buy. If he bought a whole milk yogurt, he paid a 200 euro fine and shoved three fingers up his ass in front of the camera.
One night, while I was fucking Valentina against the glass window with a view of the illuminated Duomo, her breasts pressed against the cold glass, we ordered him to step out onto his Istanbul balcony at 3 AM, wearing only the cage and the plug, and stay there for fifteen minutes with his dick in the freezing wind reciting our names out loud and how much he loved being destroyed.
He sent the photo with a timer: 15 minutes and 32 seconds. His dick was almost black from the restriction and the plug was shiny with lubricant.
Valentina came so hard her legs shook, squirting onto the floor while I kept hammering her.
Then came the most exciting part.
While I was taking her deep in missionary position, sweaty and joined together, I whispered to her: “Tell him to sell the car.”
Valentina, her voice broken by the imminent orgasm, wrote: Valentina: Sell the car within a week, Yusuf. We want 8,500 euros in the account. We will use that money to get fucked in the Maldives while you eat canned tuna and lick the bars of your cage.
The response arrived after twenty minutes: Yusuf: I have already found the buyer. I will sign tomorrow. The money will be yours. I hope my Master fills your pussy every night while I sleep on the cold floor thinking about the two of you enjoying yourselves thanks to me.
Valentina exploded into a violent squirting orgasm, screaming and contracting her pussy around my dick so hard that I came too, unloading liters of warm, thick sperm inside her.
We fell asleep like that: my dick still half-hard inside her, the phone on the pillow with Yusuf’s last message open, and Valentina’s pussy dripping my seed mixed with her juices.
In Istanbul, Yusuf was lying naked on the freezing floor, plug in his ass, cage aching, dick throbbing endlessly, knowing he would never come again, that every drop of his sweat and every euro served only to make another woman’s pussy wet and filled with pleasure.
And that awareness kept him in a state of sick, humiliating, and desperate arousal… that he never wanted to end.
