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Chapter 1

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Bruce shrugged off his jacket, stretching to crack his back as he made his\nway to his computer. He kicked off his pants, his underwear, and threw himself\ndown onto his well-worn seat. He was practically shaking from his need to log\nonto his favorite porn sites, his cock already throbbing. This was his daily\nroutine, and his body was primed for the masturbation session he was about to\nindulge in. The next few hours of his life would be consumed by the pretty\ngirls on his screen. He'd eat whatever he could that involved the least amount\nof time away from his computer, get just enough sleep to be able to work\ntomorrow, and start the cycle over again the next day.

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He stroked himself as he watched his videos, mostly vanilla porn with the\nsame actresses he'd been watching for years. On that particular day, he\ncouldn't seem to find the right video, couldn't seem to get into it. But he\ncouldn't pull himself away from the screen, either. Just stop watching, he told\nhimself, even as he clicked on another video. Just shut it off. He doesn't and\ntwo hours of his life slipped away. He realized, as he finally got close to\ncumming, that he didn't even want to jack off. It had just become a habit. He frowned\nat the girl on his screen. She was pressing her naked tits together, making her\nnude, soft flesh spill out of the top of her shirt. She gave the camera a sexy\nsmile, making a face. He came, but his heart wasn't in it. As he wiped the\nremainder of his cum off his cock and threw away the tissue, he felt the shame\nsetting in.

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Bruce was wasting his life on porn. He was obsessed with it, knew intimate\ndetails about his favorite actresses' online drama, followed them on X,\nsubscribed to so many Loyalfans accounts he could never keep up with them all.\nIt had started to make him feel numb. He felt disgusting and out of control.\nHis life was porn, and he was spiraling.

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I'm a porn addict, he thought. I have a problem. He opened a new tab,\ngrimacing at all his recent searches, at every suggestion. It was all porn. He\ncleared his browser history, reset his cookies, and deleted all his bookmarks.\nHe was serious about the change this time, he told himself. He googled\n\"porn addiction help\" and clicked on the first article, \"10\nTelltale Signs of Porn Addiction: How Majesty Natalie's Resources Can\nHelp!\" He exhaled deeply, proud of himself for starting down this road of\nrecovery. He felt better already. He was going to beat this. He was going to\nget better.

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As he's reading the first lines of the article his screen flashed. He barely\nnoticed, even as it began to fully glitch, the article flashing in and out of\nview, replaced by a series of photos of a young woman. Bruce's mind was\nencaptured, his attention drawn to his screen. He couldn't look away. He didn't\nwant to look away. Everything outside of his computer screen was hazy and out\nof focus. On the screen, the woman smiled at him. She was cute, with a natural\nmakeup look, full lips that smiled sweetly, even as her eyes were dark with\nsomething dubious. She had long black hair and was petite, with a tight, juicy\nass and small tits. She wore tight, athletic-like clothing that Bruce almost\nfelt he could touch, if he could just reach out and stroke the screen.

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He couldn't, though, because he found his hand drawn to his cock. He had\nstarted to stroke himself, even without realizing it. He tried to stop, but he\ncouldn't focus on controlling his hand. All he could do was watch the girl on\nhis screen, Natalie, her body, her face. She's so sexy, Bruce couldn't look\naway. He was enchanted by her, compelled by each little movement she made.\nShe'd wiggle her hips and he'd feel a rush, a real head rush. She'd toss her\nhair over her shoulder, adjusting her position on her seat, and he'd feel\nlight-headed. She was magnificently gorgeous.

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In all of the pictures and videos that flooded and overwhelmed his screen,\nhe never saw her naked. In a way, it made each flash of flesh--her stomach when\nshe wore a sports bra, her legs when she wore shorts, her collarbones peeking\nout from a loose collar, her thin arms--feel significant. She had a perfect\nbelly, toned and tanned. When she traced her fingers over her skin, Bruce\nliterally shivered.

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The virus spread, the computer completely glitching out, but Bruce couldn't\nstop watching the screen for each and every view of Natalie. Somewhere, deep in\nthe recesses of his mind, he knew his computer had been compromised. But he\ncouldn't make himself care or react. Of all the girls he's ever jacked off to,\nshe was the best. There was just something about her that made all the blood\nrush to his cock, and he couldn't help but stroke himself aggressively, even as\nhis computer froze and flashed.

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\"My little click slut,\" an innocent voice from the speakers said,\nNatalie's voice. \"Loser! Loser! Double loser!\" She laughed. Bruce let\nout a hopeless groan, his mind blank except for her voice and thoughts of her\ntight little body. An image of her, back to, flashed on the screen. She\nsqueezed her asscheeks together, tensing the muscles there, and all Bruce\nwanted in the world was to squeeze her body, to touch her himself. He wanted it\nso badly he couldn't even articulate it in his own head. His mind was a hazy,\nthick blur of need for Majesty Natalie. He wasn't sure where he was anymore, or\neven who he was. He was Natalie's click slut, he supposed.

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She flashed a bratty grin. She was adorable. \"My click slut. Buy my\nclips more than once. Buy my clip 100 times! Do it now, click slut. I know your\nmind is gone, but I need you to focus enough to do this for me...\"

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He felt himself nodding, and, with his free hand, he purchased every clip in\nher store, 100 times, downloading file after file of his new porn Princess. He\nopened them, one after another, his hand relentless on his cock, nearly chafing\nthe skin. There was Natalie, showing off her new costumes. Natalie, tiny feet\nnear the screen, wiggling her toes as she talked about her shopping, Natalie,\nignoring him, Natalie, touching herself through her clothes, teasing him with\nher covered pussy, squeezing her small breasts. It was all too much for Bruce.\nHe couldn't focus on anything but the overwhelming attraction he felt for her,\nthe pleasure that coursed through his body as he looked at her tight tan body.\nSoon, he felt himself tensing, and then he exploded, cumming harder than he had\nin years, groaning out Natalie's name.

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Slowly, he regains enough of his mind to hear Majesty Natalie's words on the\nvideo he'd been watching. \"You're going to come back to this video over\nand over.\" She giggled. \"Spend. Send. Do it again.\" she taunted.\n\"You're going to have to get off to me every hour of every day. You need\nthis.\" She touched her body, and Bruce nodded at the screen, knowing she\nwas right.

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Chapter 2

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Bruce had been watching Natalie's videos for months. He'd seen them all.\nHe'd paid extra to see them earlier than her other followers. He knew it was a\nproblem, but he couldn't stop. Anytime he'd so much as think of the little Latina his cock would\nstiffen. Her sexy, condescending cruel voice constantly whispered to him,\nconvincing him to forget whatever plan he'd made and instead take his cock in\nhis hand and jack off to her. He had spent all of his money and started to dip\ninto the joint account with his wife. She'd begun taking notice, questioning\nhim. He knew if he didn't get his addiction under control he'd lose her, he was\nsurprised he hadn't already.

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In a last ditch effort to break himself from the spell Majesty Natalie had\nhim under, he unfollowed her on social media. Next, he tried to block her\nfansite, but found himself drawn in, his hand already stroking his cock as she\nspoke to him through the screen, telling him he couldn't quit her.

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\"You can leave,\" she said, \"but you'll be back. You're such a\npathetic goontard for me, you can't live without me.\" She was doing\nstretches, her toned, muscular body in tight athletic wear that showed off her\nsexy, petite form. She smiled sweetly at the camera. \"The more money you\ngive me, the longer I hold this stretch.\" With that, she bent over, her tight\nlittle ass in the air, the outline of her pussy visible through the stretchy\nfabric of her yoga pants.

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Bruce somehow managed to log out of the page, and he swiftly blocked it\nbefore she could pull him back in with her greedy smile. His addiction to Majesty\nNatalie clips was so bad, he missed when he'd just been a regular porn addict.\nHe wiped his computer clean, clearing her videos from his device, throwing away\na harddrive full of them.

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He went through the rest of the day feeling like a zombie. He found himself\nback at his computer more than once, his body going through the motions of\nopening Natalie's videos before he remembered that he'd deleted them all. His\nthoughts kept going back to her. He didn't know what he was if he wasn't\nher...what did she call him? A Gooner. He didn't know what to do if it wasn't\nto watch her, spend money on her, think about her, jack off to her. He needed\nto clear his head, distract himself. He knew that he was a porn addict, but\nsurely porn would be better than Natalie, and it would help fill the hole in\nthem that missing her had left.

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He searched for the most vanilla content he could find, trying to recapture\nhow he used to feel watching the videos of his favorite porn stars. He watched\ncouples fucking, big tits bouncing, models moaning sexily. It hardly had any\neffect on him at all. He scrolled through endless videos, and the only ones\nthat gave him a fraction of satisfaction were ones that reminded him of\nNatalie, girls with small breasts and toned stomachs, porn princesses with\npigtails and tan skin. But even they couldn't get his cock hard.

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After hours of searching, Bruce began to feel helpless. He realized he was\nNatalie's completely. She had broken him, or maybe he had already been broken,\nand she had only broken him further. He couldn't get off to anything normal. He\nwasn't normal. He couldn't have sex with his wife. He couldn't jack off to\nnudity. It was only Natalie for him, forever. His shame swelled inside him and\nfinally, his cock started to stiffen. Tears collected in his eyes as he\nrealized he was growing hard from his own shame, since it reminded him of\nMajesty Natalie and the way she made him feel.

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As the realization hit him, his tears fell, dripping onto his cock. He was\ncompletely reliant on Natalie to cum, to get hard, even to feel arousal. His\nwhole world was her, and he was helpless to stop it. He found himself\nunblocking her, even as his tears streaked down his cheeks. He'd have to\nresubscribe, he realized. He'd have to download all the videos he'd taken months\nto find and purchase. It was going to cost all of his money, and his wife's\nmoney, too. She was going to divorce him, she'd have no choice.

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He found some of his favorite videos first, and downloaded them all. He\nopened the first one that loaded, a short clip of Natalie showing off her\noutfit while she sat on her bed. She shot the video on her phone, holding it\nabove her head as she smiled into the camera. He started to jack off before the\nvideo even loaded, his body tense and ready, his mind finally relaxing into its\nfamiliar pattern. He felt like a drug addict who'd just been given a pill, the\neffects of it impacting him even before he'd swallowed it.

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\"Hi loser!\" she said. \"Look at my outfit today.\" She\nmoved the camera down to show off her crop top, a sheer white shirt with pink\nsleeves, her cute belly exposed below the shirt. Her nipples were visible\nthrough the fabric, and she rubbed her tits as she gave a little fake moan,\nmaking fun of him while she did it. He gripped his cock harder, stroking himself\nrelentlessly. His orgasm was building stronger and faster than he was used to.\nShe switched the view of the camera so the only thing he could see were her\nlegs. She moved her thighs together, soft skin rubbing against soft skin, then\nangled the camera to show only her lower legs.

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He would have emptied his bank account just to be able to lick the sole of\nher shoe, and she knew it. She wore bright white socks that contrasted\nbeautifully with her tanned skin. Her sneakers were also white, and she wiggled\nher feet, turning her feet inward so her toes touched.

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Bruce gave a mighty groan, knowing that this was all she had to do to\ncontrol him completely, to make him cum, to make himself give up his life in\nthe pursuit of one more orgasm watching her. He was obsessed with every part of\nher, every hair on her head to the bottom of her feet. He came, harder than he\never had before, his shame and pleasure building and exploding in unison. He\nwas Majesty Natalie's.

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Chapter 3

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Bruce had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife. He'd had to beg her\nfor money, which he desperately needed to buy a used pair of Natalie's socks.\nShe promised they still smelt from when she had peeled them off her petite feet\nat the gym, and Bruce needed them. He knew, from months and months of watching\nher videos, that it was his purpose in life to spend money on Majesty Natalie.\nHe existed to fund and, occasionally, amuse her. He knew she was better than\nhim, that his life was worth a fraction of hers, that he was inadequate in all\nways. To him she was literally a Goddess. He worshiped her entirely.

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Owning a pair of her socks would have been like owning prayer beads, ones he\ncould put his pathetic nose to and inhale the scent of her. Even the stink of\nher feet would have been too good for him, he knew. He'd drained his bank\naccount, and his ex-wife was unwilling to give him money, no matter what excuse\nhe could come up with for needing it. Instead, he pulled out another credit\ncard that would soon be maxed out, purchasing the socks obediently. Natalie had\nwanted him to do it, so he'd done it. She'd taught him that he was good for\nnothing, just a stupid goon slut that meant nothing to her.

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Just as he was about to put the purchase through, he got a message from\nNatalie. Her phone lines were on! He'd been working up the courage to call her\nsince he'd stumbled on her videos, but he knew he wasn't good enough to have\nher sweet voice talking directly to him. He knew he'd make a fool of himself.\nPlus, it was expensive, nearly ten dollars per minute. But the card he was\nusing was already going to be shut down by the end of the week, and Natalie\nalready thought he was pathetic and a loser. He bought her used socks, and\nstill half hard from the thrill of the purchase, he decided to call her. Hands\nshaking, he dialed her femdom phone line.

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\"Hello little simp,\" Natalie's voice was cruel and high, her\ninflection bratty and indifferent. Desire coursed through Bruce. Hearing her\nspeak to him was almost enough to make him lightheaded, in part from all the\nblood that rushed to his cock in an instant.

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\"Natalie,\" he breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

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\"Goddess Natalie to you,\" she said, already sounding bored of the\nconversation.

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\"I just bought your socks,\" Bruce said. \"I can't wait for\nthem to arrive, Goddess Natalie.\"

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\"I'll bet you can't, bitch. I bet it's the best thing to happen in your\nsad life in a while, am I right?\"

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\"Yes, Natalie, you're right,\" Bruce hurried to say. \"I hope\nthey still smell like you.\"

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Natalie made a non-committal noise of agreement, barely listening to Bruce.\nHe could hear her TV, loud in the background. It was clear paying attention to\nBruce was the last of the things Natalie planned to do. The disregard stung,\nand made Bruce's cock ache.

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\"I bought your panties awhile back and--\"

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\"Are you touching yourself right now, loser?\" Natalie cut in,\nclearly not having been listening to him at all. \"Sorry,\" she added,\nnot sounding sorry in the slightest. \"I'm shopping for new shoes right\nnow. Should I get the white ones with the pink accents or red ones? Which one\nare you buying for me, you loser wallet?\"

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\"Whichever one you want, Goddess. And yes, I'm touching myself. I can't\nhelp but stroke my cock when I think of you.\"

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Natalie giggled. \"Yeah, I bet you can't. I'll send you a link to the\nsneakers, you can buy me both. I'm size five.\" Bruce groaned, thinking\nabout her tiny feet in shoes that he himself had bought. \"Slow down the\nmovements of your hands. You should have waited for me to tell you you could\njerk off. You're so disgusting and pathetic. No wonder you're such a loser\nloner. Get on your knees. I want them bruised for me.\"

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Bruce lowered himself to the ground and stroked himself slower. \"Yes,\nGoddess, you're right. I'm sorry Natalie.\"

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\"If you were here I'd make you kiss my toes. But thank god you're not,\nyou'd make my room smell like desperation. You literally probably stink, all\nalone in your sweaty nasty goon cave.\" There was a long pause where\nNatalie scrolled, shopping for something else, barely hearing Bruce's heavy\nbreathing on the other end of the phone. He kept stroking himself slowly.\n\"Oh, are you still here?\" She asked, sounding annoyed. \"You\nreally are a miserable gooner, aren't you? I want you to squeeze the base of\nyour tiny cock--is your cock tiny? Just kidding, don't tell me, I'm sure it\nis--and watch your pre-cum drip out of your cock for me. Now taste it.\"\nThere was a moment's hesitation before Bruce dipped his fingers in the\noff-white liquid, and then he brought it to his lips. \"I didn't hear a\n'yes, Goddess,\" Majesty Natalie said. \"God, you can't even be a simp\ncorrectly. You're the most hopeless loser I've ever talked to. I don't even\ncare if you die. Only if you're leaving your money to me.\"

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His cock twitched and he let out a groan. He tasted his own cum in his mouth\nwhile he listened to her humiliate him. She was so cruel. His knees hurt. He'd\nnever felt so pathetic, or so turned on. The meaner she got to him the more his\ncock ached and wanted more.

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\"Have you started to stroke yourself again? You better not have,\" she\nsaid, sounding more distracted than annoyed. He wasn't worth even half her\nattention, and she wasn't scared to show him that. \"I guess you can just\nrun one finger up and down the length of your gross goon stick. Slowly.\"

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\"Yes, Majesty Natalie.\" Even that sensation drove Bruce mad, he\nran his finger up and down his cock, listening to the silence of her ignoring\nhim, wasting his money and his time like he was no more than a piece of trash.

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\"Okay,\" Natalie said, finally. \"Spit on your hand and stroke\nyourself fast, as fast as your slow brain can manage. I'm gonna give you a cum\ncountdown.\"

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Bruce whimpered. This was too much to handle. His cock was leaking for her.

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\"10...9...8...7...6...5...\"

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Bruce groaned. His ex-wife could never make him feel this.

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\"...4...3...2...1...Cum for me loser, okay?\" Natalie said,\ndistracted by her online shopping.

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Instantly Bruce spit on his hand, jacking off as fast as he could, fast\nenough that it made him breathless. \"Majesty Natalie, could you--\" he\nwas about to ask her to say his name, or even just make a noise, anything for\nhim to get off to, but instead she hung up, and he came to the click of the\nphone and the knowledge that he was so insignificant to her that she didn't\ncare if he came or didn't. As long as she'd gotten his money, as long as he\nknew he was hers. He came hard, a sob wrecking his body. Pleasure so great it\nwas overwhelming flooded through him as he came, on his knees, with a dead\nphone line against his ear.

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He had no regrets.

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Chapter 4

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\"Hello stupid goon,\" Majesty Natalie said as the video finally\nloaded. Bruce had spent so much money on this one, as he had for all of her\nvideos. She had recently increased the cost, but it didn't stop him. He'd do\nanything for even a glimpse of his porn princess. As soon as he clicked play, a\nfile started to download onto his device, and then another. It was always\nhappening with Natalie's videos, sometimes freezing his screen, sometimes\nbugging his computer down with so many viruses he'd have to buy a brand new one\nthe next day. In the new video, Natalie's hair was down, cascading over her\nnarrow shoulders. She was wearing a bikini that exposed most of her little\nbody, her perfectly shaped belly, her tanned upper thighs. The rest of her legs\nwere covered in thigh-high socks in a light pink that matched the striped\nbikini. When she leaned forward, Bruce could almost see her nipples from under\nthe bikini. Almost, but not quite, like she didn't think he deserved to see\nthem, and she probably didn't. Her clip featured a pink spiral, turning and\ntwisting and making Bruce's mind feel groggy.

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He always felt transfixed watching Natalie's videos, and the power of this\none had his brain turning to mush. Even if he had tried to shut the video off,\ntried to get clean from his overwhelming porn addiction--his addiction to\nNatalie, in particular--the background pulled him in, kept him hooked. Natalie\nherself, too, had him feeling like a porn zombie, only able to focus on the way\nher--the way she moved, the sound of her voice--as she started to talk to him.

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\"How is my idiot cum slut today?\" She asked. Bruce felt his\nstomach twist, thinking about just how literal that term had become for him.\nEver since Natalie had made him eat his own cum, he hadn't been able to get\nover the humiliation of it. But more than that, he couldn't get over just how\nmuch it had turned him on. \"Oh wait! I don't care. You're just a human\nwallet to me. I could care less about your well being. As long as you are able\nto give me money.\"

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Suddenly, the screen split and a second video loaded. The change caused a\nfresh wave of glitching on his computer, and for a moment, Bruce panicked. Not\nabout the unequivocal damage that was being done to his computer, but over the\npossibility that he might lose sight of Natalie. Luckily, she stayed on one of\nthe screens.

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\"Take your dick out, pathetic simp,\" Majesty Natalie instructed,\nand Bruce complied quickly. The second screen had a white background, and right\nup close to the camera were Natalie's small hands, gripping a large, realistic\nlooking dildo. In the first screen, she leaned close to the camera, so her\nperfect face was in the shot. Her big brown eyes made her look innocent, even\nas her full lips smirked judgmentally, and she wrinkled her nose.

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\"Are you matching my pace, dummy?\" She was slowly stroking the\ndildo. \"I want you to go nice and slow, but that shouldn't be hard for\nyou, should it? Stupid gooner, I'm surprised you can manage anything other than\njerking off with how rotted out your porn brain is. You only really think about\nme, don't you?\" Bruce nodded, feeling his shame bubbling inside him.

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\"You live to jerk off to me. I am your Goddess, and you worship\neverything about me. You're pathetic, a loser, nothing without the direction I\ngive you. Your own purpose is to be my simp, to kiss the ground I walk on, to\ngive me all your money. Isn't that right, loser?\" Bruce nodded, feeling\nthe pressure of tears behind his eyes. It was humiliating to know everything\nshe said was true. His life was only worth what he could give to Natalie.

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And Natalie was so sexy. In one frame, she was gently touching her body. She\ntraced her hands over the parts of her Bruce ached to touch, but knew he didn't\ndeserve. She ran her hands through her hair, twirling a lock around her\nfingers. She touched her inner thigh, shivering just a little at her own touch,\nthen dragged her fingers slowly across her stomach. Next, she took her small\nbreasts in her hands, massaging them through the fabric of her bikini. Bruce\ncould barely breathe watching her. All the while, she kept a painfully slow\npace on the dildo in the other frame. Bruce felt his arousal rising, he needed\nto cum, and he needed to taste his salty, pitiful cum again. Just to hear her\nlaugh.

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\"Don't you even think about cumming until I've told you to,\" Majesty\nNatalie scolded, her hand on the dildo stopping. \"You're my stupid little\nsimp, and you'll cum when I tell you to cum.\" She started to move her hand\nagain, and Bruce bucked, his body twitching with the need to cum. He couldn't\nbelieve how tight of a leash Natalie had him on. He felt impossibly ashamed. He\nfelt small, helpless, deplorable, totally and utterly controlled. And part of\nhim liked it. Part of him grew more and more at ease the more he gave himself\nover to his porn Goddess.

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\"Okay,\" Natalie said, the frame with her body showing her touching\nherself through her bikini bottoms, her finger drawing small circles. \"Cum\nfor me, stupid fucking idiot.\"

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Bruce didn't need to be told twice, cumming into his palm with a grunt.\nHesitantly, shamefully, he raised his palm to his lips, shuttering as he\nstarted to lap up his cum. He shivered, full of shame and regret as he tasted\nhimself, knowing he was so far beyond help, so immersed in his princess's\nworld.

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Just then, his phone rang. He was surprised to see that it was his ex wife.\nHe steadied his breath and picked up. They exchanged pleasantries for a moment,\nBruce feeling awful about the fact that his limp dick was still in his lap, and\nthen she cleared her throat.

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\"I guess I'm calling because I miss you.\" His ex wife said, and\nBruce couldn't believe his ears. \"I'm offering you a second chance. I know\nyou have a problem. But I want us to work.\"

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\"I do too,\" Bruce hurried to say. \"I'll do whatever I need to\nto make this work, I promise.\" He meant it. He was going to quit Natalie,\nto overcome his porn addiction. He was tired of his femdom addiction. He wanted\nhis wife back, wanted his life back. He unplugged his computer, carrying the\nentire thing to the trash. He scrolled to all of Natalie's accounts on his\nphone, blocking one after another, deleting everything he'd downloaded. He felt\ngood. He'd never been able to get this far with Natalie before, always becoming\ndistracted by her cutesy smile and the temptation to allow her to tell him just\nhow worthless he knew he was. But this time was different.

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He was fairly sure he'd deleted it all, and he sat back, sighing. He was\nashamed of his addiction, and had let it get too far. This was the fresh start\nhe needed, for him and his wife.

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His phone chimed. It was an email from Majesty Natalie's mailing list.

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New Video! Click here if you're a submissive simp!

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Bruce's thumb hovered over the link...

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Chapter 5

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Bruce was proud of himself for his progress. Did he frequently unblock\nNatalie and spend an outrageous amount of money to get back the content he had\ndeleted when he tried to quit? Yes. But he would delete it all back again, and\nhe was getting better, going days without getting off to Natalie (which,\nunfortunately for him, meant days of not getting off at all). He was showing\nimprovement.

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So when he got a notification from Majesty Natalie's mailing list\nadvertising a way to quit, he thought it might just be the perfect thing for\nhim. There might have been a voice at the back of his head reminding him that\nhe had stumbled upon Natalie herself the first time he tried to get over his\naddiction to porn, back when he had been an almost normal person, not Natalie's\nsimp. He pushed away all his worries, opening the email.

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\"Goonblocker\", the email read, \"Is my new program to help pathetic\ngooners like yourself finally quit porn for good. Watch all my clips and\ncontent, but censored! Start downloading here.\" The image attached to the\nemail was Majesty Natalie, her hair done up in two braids along either side of\nher head, her petite chest covered by the words \"Goonblocker\", her\ntoned, tan stomach visible.

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Censored? Pixelated? Bruce didn't want that at all. It went against all his\nnatural desires. But he knew Natalie. She was smarter than him. She deserved\nhis money, so she'd get as much of it as he could give, and that included\nre-downloading all of her videos with the Goonblocker censoring her body. His\ncock throbbed as he downloaded video after video, excited to watch them and\nhelp cure himself of porn addiction at last.

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\"New videos to come,\" The second paragraph of the email had\npromised. God, he couldn't wait.

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Bruce spent the afternoon watching all of the clips she had censored,\nwaiting for his email to let him know when she uploaded a new one. He had made\nplans with his wife, but he canceled them, not wanting to miss out on the new\npixelated video.

\n\n

\"Hello dumb gooner,\" Natalie said as soon as Bruce pulled the\nvideo up. She was wearing tiny, soft looking white shorts and a matching top,\nher nipples pressing through the soft fabric. It took Bruce a moment to realize\nshe wasn't censored, he was so distracted by the expanse of her light brown\nskin. His cock ached. \"So, you've realized you're not worthy enough to\nlook at my body. Took you long enough.\" The pixels started to cover her\nshorts, her top. He could just make out the white color through the pixelation.

\n\n

Bruce is ashamed to realize he's just as horny at her pixelated body as he\nwas when he could see her, but he can't stop the video now. Her words just make\nhim feel more humiliated, but that only makes him want to give her more. He\npulled up her site, sending her a tribute. Pre-cum leaked from his cock. Try as\nhe might, spending money on Majesty Natalie, his Goddess, made him hard.

\n\n

\"You're probably touching yourself just imagining my ass, aren't you,\ndegenerate loser?\" Natalie said in her bratty voice. She turned around to\nshow her pixelated ass. \"God, that's sad.\" The pixelation bubble\ngrew, covering her stomach and upper thighs. Bruce's hand stroked his cock,\neven as he felt a sob bubble up in his throat. The pixelation spread further,\ncovering Natalie's entire body except her sneaker-clad feet.

\n\n

\"You don't deserve to see my face,\" Natalie said. \"Say it out\nloud you gooner simp. 'I don't deserve to see your face'. I know it makes you\nso horny to know you're worthless to me. Except as a human wallet, right?\"

\n\n

\"I don't deserve to see your face,\" Bruce said, \"I don't\ndeserve you, Natalie.\"

\n\n

\"While you're thinking about how much of a miserable porn addict you\nare, why not send me some more money? Don't I deserve it for making these\nvideos beta-safe for you? You should pay twice as much for them. Go ahead, give\nme twice as much as this video cost.\" Bruce did, even though he'd just\nsent her money he gave her more. He'd give her everything if she asked. As soon\nas the site made the \"swoosh\" noise that indicated his money was sent\nhe came, Natalie's bratty voice mocking him, reminding him how much of a\nbrainwashed goon he was. He'd get off to just her feet, the only part of her he\ndeserved.

\n\n

Bruce canceled his plans for the rest of the week, clearing his schedule to\nmake room for the new censored Goonblocker videos. He watched them religiously,\neven though he knew he had fallen back into his addiction. He'd fallen harder\nthis time, too. But this felt right. Of course he wasn't good enough to see\nNatalie's body, not even her panties.

\n\n

\"Look at my new panties,\" Natalie said in one video, holding them\nup to the camera. Bruce could only make out the color through the pixelation:\nbright pink. \"Oh wait, you're too stupid and pathetic to see them. I'm\ngoing to try them on.\" The video cut to her wearing them, or, Bruce\nassumed it was them. He could make out the shiny material through the blur, and\nshe moved her handheld camera over her body, showing a close up between her\nlegs. Bruce leaned into his screen, desperate for even a glimpse of her clothed\npussy, but all he got was the pixelation. \"Do you like them?\" Natalie\nsaid, laughing. She wiggled her legs, grinding back into the bed. God, Bruce\nwished he was worthy enough to see her. But the fact that he wasn't fueled him,\nand he sent more money to Natalie and jerked himself off as she mocked him. He\ncame to her touching herself through her panties, her small hand just a blur\nagainst the pixelated fabric.

\n\n

He deserved this. Denial. Humiliation. Censored porn. Majesty Natalie was\nmaking him see the truth of his so called manhood. She was teaching him about\nhis own sexuality. She knew more about him than he knew about himself. He could\nsee that she was, as always, right about everything.

\n\n

He bought and loaded up the next Goonblocker clip...

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Chapter 6

\n\n

Bruce had been watching Natalie's videos for days. She had recently started\ndropping content in the mornings instead of the evenings, and it was positively\nkilling Bruce to have to wait until his work day was up so he could come home\nand watch her videos.

\n\n

He felt like a failure. He couldn't focus at work, even less so than normal,\nand he couldn't even prioritize Natalie the way he knew she deserved to be\nworshiped. All the subliminal teachings she'd given him over the time he'd\nspent watching her videos told him he should be doing more to support his porn\nprincess. And yet, if he quit his job he wouldn't be able to pay for her\ncontent. He wanted, more than anything, to have a work from home job that would\nallow him to have work on one monitor and Majesty Natalie on the other, but he\ndidn't have the skillset.

\n\n

He'd tried to watch Natalie's videos on his lunch break, but they were just\na bit too long, and he'd have to make excuses to stay on his break longer. He\nwas still watching the pixelated Goonblocker clips, knowing that he wasn't\nworthy of watching uncensored videos of her. He didn't deserve to see her skin,\nher tiny body, her pretty clothes. He should be grateful he's even allowed to\nlisten to her bratty voice. And he was. He was so grateful.

\n\n

He took his break a few minutes early, trying his best to not draw attention\nto the fact that he was slipping out before it was time. He sneakily locked\nhimself in his car and played Natalie's new YouTube video. It was a Goonblocker\nclip, but she uploaded it free to her channel.

\n\n

\"Good morning gooner,\" Majesty Natalie said, sounding cute and\nbored. She was wearing a white crop top and pink yoga pants, and her tits were\ncentered, so Bruce couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra under it or not. If\nhe knew Natalie, probably not. His gooner cock ached at the thought. \"I\nwent on a shopping spree with some of the money I've been sent lately--which\nmeans I want more, in case you're too stupid to get the hint--and I wanted to\nshow you my haul.\"

\n\n

Natalie began pulling clothes from bags, holding them up, making Bruce\nimagine them on her body--shiny skimpy bikinis and crop top sweaters, tight\nathletic wear and grey sweatpants. She had bought three different pairs of\nbleach white sneakers, size five, and some gold jewelry. Everything was\ndesigner, one tiny bikini top probably more expensive than everything Bruce\nowned put together. He had helped fund that. He felt a confusing rush of pride,\npurpose and shame. Pride that he had been able to fund Natalie's shopping\nspree, shame that he had been draining his and his wife's money for months to\nbe able to do so. But Natalie needed him to be a good cum slut and give her his\nmoney. Every time he spent money on her it only made him more ashamed, and even\nmore horny.

\n\n

\"Not only did I go shopping, I had slaves binge my wishlist. One of you\nbought a sexy toy.\" Natalie said, pulling out a new bag in front of her.\n\"I've already tried it out.\" Bruce felt his palms grow sweaty. He had\npaid extra to buy a toy for her, specifically from him. He had picked it out on\nher website, wrote a note along with it, and signed it with his real name.\nWould she acknowledge him in this video? He didn't know if he was worthy of it,\nand yet he still ached for her bratty voice to say his name. She held up the\nfirst item, sent to her from someone else, but it was pixelated. He had almost\nforgotten this was a Goonblocker clip. \"First, someone got me this fox\ntail butt plug. It's silicone, soft, and small. It was fine. I looked adorable\nin it. But like. You literally only exist to spend money on me and you bought\nthe cheapest thing possible? God, that's annoying. I expect you to make up for\nit. As punishment, the bitch who bought this butt plug has to wear a butt plug\ninto the office today. I know who you are. You know who you are.\" She\nsmirked, knowing her submissive would obey her every command, no matter how\nhumiliating.

\n\n

Bruce was glad he hadn't bought the fox tail butt plug, even though he'd considered\nit. It would have been the smart thing to do financially, but Majesty Natalie\ndeserved more. \"Okay, next I have something really special from someone\nreally special.\" Natalie turned and looked at the camera, rolling her\neyes. \"Just kidding, I have a new bikini from someone who sent me their\ncredit card info.\" She held it up, but the blur made it appear to be only\na shiny, maybe PVC blob. \"I only care about your money.\" Bruce knew\nit was only a YouTube video, yet he still felt the insult. It twisted his gut\nand made his cock throb. And it was throbbing.

\n\n

Bruce's phone chimed. His boss, wondering where he was. He shot her back a\nmessage saying he was on his way and stuck his headphones in, listening to\nNatalie's voice and glancing at the screen as he made his way back.

\n\n

\"By the way,\" Natalie was saying, \"If your cock is any\nsmaller than this I feel bad for you. Or, I would feel bad about you, if I\ncared about you at all. My next wishlist gift was bought to me by a gooner so\nstupid he probably thought he was special for sending me a little pathetic love\nnote with it. Well, Bruce, here's my reply: Dear human wallet, I do not care\nabout you, send me more money, XOXO, Majesty Natalie.\"

\n\n

Bruce had ducked into the bathroom, heart pounding, and made his way over to\na toilet seat. He was transfixed, stuck to his screen like Natalie was running\na hypnosis video. But she wasn't, it was just the sound of her voice, saying\nhis name. He couldn't stop himself, pulling his cock out and stroking himself,\nas hard and fast as he could.

\n\n

\"This horny little gooner bought me a pair of high heels! Look, they're\nred bottoms!\" The shoes themselves were pixelated, but Bruce could hear\nthem clacking together as she teased him. \"Too bad I don't like high\nheels. I'm a sneaker girl. I'm going to throw them away.\" She did just\nthat, right into the trash, and then she turned back to the camera. \"Are\nyou touching yourself gooner? Are you thinking about all the money you've spent\non me, all the money you're going to spend to make up for your mistakes here?\nYou need to spend more. You need to get me what I really want.\"

\n\n

The screen started to pixelate, until Natalie was just a shape, a small,\ncensored, feminine outline. She angled the camera to her feet which came into\nsharp focus. She wore bright white sneakers which she knocked together\nplayfully. Bruce jerked off to her voice and those shoes, nodding along as she\ninsulted him, already planning to tribute more of his money as soon as his\nhands were free. He rose to his feet and came hard into the toilet, letting out\na long, heavy moan in the shape of Natalie's name.

\n\n

\"Bruce?\" Bruce hadn't heard the door open--he must have forgotten\nto lock it--but he heard it swing shut. He glanced over the top of the stall\nand saw his boss, Sarah, looking hesitant. \"What are you doing? You were\nsupposed to be back at your desk ten minutes ago.\"

\n\n

\"Sorry, I um, I had to use the bathroom.\"

\n\n

\"The women's bathroom? Bruce, something isn't right here. I'm going to\nhave to ask you to stay after today and meet with me, okay?\"

\n\n

\"Okay, fine,\" Bruce said, tucking his cock back into his pants. By\nthe time he left the stall his boss was gone and he was alone again. He played\nthe rest of Natalie's video, even though he didn't want to. He'd never felt so\nembarrassed. He bought Natalie another pair of shoes, this time a pair of pink\nNikes, but it hardly made him feel better.

\n\n

His post nut clarity was hitting. He was in trouble with his boss. And his\npersonal life was in shambles.

\n\n

Natalie was going to ruin him.

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Chapter 7

\n\n

Bruce's wife wasn't home when he got back from work on Friday night, but she\nhad left the mail on the table for him to see, envelope after envelope\naddressed to him, most of them with \"FINAL WARNING\" in dark red ink\nstamped across the front. His wife had left a note across the top: \"Deal\nwith this.\" He grabbed them all and brought them back to his computer\nroom, tossing them in front of his monitor. It was humiliating how bad his\nproblem had gotten. He was in so much debt he was sure he'd never recover. He'd\ntaken out credit cards, opened accounts in sketchier and sketchier places to\ntake out loans. There was a lien on his house, and the repo guys would be\ncoming for his car any day now. He had dragged his wife back in with him, too.\nWhen they'd remarried he'd convinced her to give him access to her accounts,\nand he'd been slowly draining them. And for what? Why? Because Natalie said so,\nand Bruce was completely under her control. He had to spend money on her, even\nwhen he had no money, because Natalie told him he should.

\n\n

He knew it was stupid. He knew it made him pathetic. He was completely and\nutterly shamed by it. But that only turned him on. Natalie had, slowly but\nsurely, convinced him that it was his life's purpose to give away all his money\nto her. If he was being fully and completely honest with himself, the only\nreason he cared whether he went bankrupt or not was because if he ended up\nhomeless on the streets he wouldn't be able to afford Majesty Natalie clips.

\n\n

He pushed the mail aside. He would deal with them, he would. But first he\nneeded to watch one of Natalie's videos. It would help him to relax, get him in\nthe right mindset to deal with his financial issues. He pulled his cock out,\nsoft and small. He used to think he had a good cock, above average size, but Natalie\nhad shown him the truth, that it was small and ugly. She was so much smarter\nthan him.

\n\n

As soon as he pulled up her video his cock stiffened, coming to life in his\nhand. It was an older video, one he had watched a few times before.

\n\n

\"Hello paypig.\" Natalie said. She was wearing skimpy clothes, the\ntop just barely wide enough to cover her nipples, the bottom a pink thong that\nonly excited Bruce more. Her face was pixelated. \"I decided betas like you\ndon't deserve to look at me today,\" she said, running a hand down her\ntoned stomach. \"Losers like you don't deserve rights. Isn't that right,\npaypig?\"

\n\n

\"Yes, Natalie,\" Bruce whispered, nodding.

\n\n

\"I have to tell you a story today,\" Natalie said, hopping up onto\nher bed. She piled pillows and blankets below her, straddling the soft pile,\nher thin, tan legs on either side of the stack. \"Once upon a time,\"\nshe said, starting to grind into the pillow that rested against her bikini-clad\npussy. \"There was someone who watched my content. He used to call me every\nday. He'd send me money multiple times a day. He bought me all the clothes that\nI wanted, every outfit I asked for.\" Natalie's voice was patronizing and\nbratty. She abruptly stopped her gyrations, and flashed a loser symbol at the\ncamera. \"What was so special about him? Well, nothing, he was a stupid\ngooner just like any of you. But he did something very very special for me,\nthat your Goddess has never forgotten. Do you want to know what it was,\ndummy?\" Bruce nodded, even though he knew already. \"He spent every\nlast penny on me. He went bankrupt. Anytime he'd get even a dollar back, he'd\nspend it on me. It's sexy to spend money on me,\" Natalie said, and Bruce\nnodded. \"It's so hot to go broke for your Goddess.\" Bruce stroked\nhimself at the same speed that Natalie moved her hand. She was making jerk off\nmotions and he did his best to match her pace. \"Go, spend more money on me\nright now.\"

\n\n

Bruce pulled up Natalie's page on his other monitor, sending her a gift of\n100$. It was declined. He put in another card. Declined. He started to sweat,\nstressing. He needed to spend money on Natalie, but there was no more money.\nFinally, he found a card that worked, it was in overdraft, but he'd worry about\nthe fee later. He pulled up all his accounts on the monitor, watching Natalie out\nof the corner of his eye, listening to her instruct him to send her even more\nmoney. He sent her another 20.

\n\n

His accounts, each in red, each with flashing notification, warning him of\nhis debt, glares at him on one screen. Good. Natalie thinks debt is sexy. He\ndid this for her. He looks at the stack of mail in front of him, glances back\nto the monitors. Natalie is fake moaning, mocking him and picking up her\nstroking pace. Bruce grabs the stack of mail, crumbling it in his free hand.\nHis other jerks himself off, hard and fast, until he's cumming, pressing the\ncrumpled mail to his tip, cumming into the stack of it as his monitor glares at\nhim and Majesty Natalie lets out a giggle.

\n\n

He cums so hard he feels a little light-headed, and he's out of it enough\nthat he doesn't hear his wife until it's nearly too late and she's knocking on\nhis door. He shoves the mail in the trash, closes both monitors, shoves his\nsoft, drained cock in his pants and tells her she can come in. That was close.

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Chapter 8

\n\n

Bruce didn't have the money to call Natalie's phone line the other day,\nwhich ruined his entire week. But he'd been paid and finally had enough money\nto give her a call. He'd even have some money left after the fact that he could\nspend on his wife, perhaps. He'd been feeling guilty since she nearly caught\nhim jerking off to Natalie once again. He'd lied to her and told her he'd\ntalked to his creditors, that it was all a big misunderstanding, and she seemed\nto trust him.

\n\n

She'd snuggled into his arms that night for the first time in a week, and\nhe'd built up his resolve to quit spending money on Natalie. He couldn't quit\nher, he knew this now, he was her gooner forever. But maybe he could keep his\nspending in check, balance being Natalie's paypig and being a real human being\nwith a job and wife and life.

\n\n

\"Bruce,\" Natalie said when he joined the call. Hearing her bratty\nvoice say his name was enough to make his cock throb. \"You didn't call\nlast week.\"

\n\n

\"I didn't have the money--\" Bruce started, but Natalie cut him\noff.

\n\n

\"Um, I don't care. Spending money on me is what you exist to do, right?\nI thought you liked spending money on me.\"

\n\n

\"I do,\" Bruce said, but she wasn't listening to him. \"Send me\n$100, I have something for you.\"

\n\n

\"For me?\" Bruce asked. Natalie had something for him, specifically?\nHis palms started to sweat, his heart pounded. She thought about him? He wasn't\nworthy. \"I'm not worthy--\" He began, but she cut him off.

\n\n

\"Just send me the money,\" she snapped.

\n\n

\"Sent, Princess,\" he said once he was done. Her bratty voice making\nhim excited.

\n\n

\"Check your email. Oh, and if you're not wearing headphones already,\nput some on.\" Bruce's inbox chimed with an email from Natalie. It was a\nlink. He clicked it and the next thing he knew audio was playing, Natalie's\nvoice was layered over binaural beats, light music that seemed to flitter\nthrough Bruce's head, lodging right in his brain. Her voice did what it always\ndid to him, turned him on, but the music made him feel lightheaded and sleepy.\nHe wanted to stroke his cock. He rested his head on the desk, playing with\nhimself sleepily as Natalie spoke.

\n\n

He could barely concentrate, but it seemed his brain was understanding her\nmessages without him. He felt like a horny zombie.

\n\n

\"Gooner,\" Natalie sneered. \"Money, now.\" A minute later,\n\"Good paypig.\"

\n\n

Bruce felt himself sending her another $100. A small puddle of his drool\ngradually collected, wetting the side of his face. He couldn't move to wipe it\naway, he needed one hand on his cock, the other on his mouse to give Natalie\nmore of his money. The audio kept going, her words familiar. It was looping, he\nthought, somewhere in his dreamy brain. \"Gooner. Money, now.\" He\nclicked away, another 100 gone. \"Good paypig.\" He was a good paypig.\nHe was Natalie's good pay pig. Over and over again the hypnosis audio looped,\nand Bruce gave her money each time while he played with his cock. He couldn't\nseem to get off, he was too drowsy, but he could click his small salary away.

\n\n

Between her demands for money Natalie insulted him, calling him stupid,\nworthless, pathetic. He agreed. He nodded in a puddle of his own drool, his\ncock, which belonged to Natalie, aching but unable to get off. \"Stupid\nsimp,\" Natalie said, and then the audio looped again. \"Gooner. Money,\nnow.\"

\n\n

\"Good paypig,\" She said.

\n\n

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bruce knew that he was nearing the last\nof his money. As the loop repeated, he hit send again but got an error message.\nThat was it. His money was gone. He wouldn't be taking his wife out this week,\nthough he'd already promised her he would. He wouldn't be paying off any debts.\nHe didn't even know how he'd pay for new clips next week. The shame and defeat\nbuilt inside him, just as Natalie reminded him that he was a \"good\npaypig,\" and he came hard.

\n\n

It took him a minute to come back to his senses, and when he did he checked\nthe time. He had spent an hour in her hypnotic loop, missing out on her live\ncall, but Natalie would still hopefully be online. He hopped back onto the\ncall.

\n\n

\"Natalie,\" he said. He was still feeling lightheaded. It took him\na moment to place the emotions that were overwhelming him. Shock, fear, awe,\nall mixing together.

\n\n

\"God, why are you interrupting me?\" Natalie asked, annoyed.\n\"Why would you possibly think I care what you have to share.\"

\n\n

\"I'm sorry, Goddess,\" Bruce said, hanging his head in shame.\n\"It's just. I've just spent my last $100 on you. I was supposed to take my\nwife out with that money.\"

\n\n

Natalie laughed.

\n\n

Bruce thought he was about to accuse her of hypnotizing him, maybe even beg\nher for some of his money back, he couldn't. Her laugh, bratty and superior,\ntook away all his doubts. Of course he gave her all his money. She deserved it.

\n\n

\"Am I a good paypig?\" Bruce asked, but Natalie only giggled\nharder.

\n\n

Chapter 9

\n\n

Bruce felt so guilty about spending all his money on Natalie and canceling\ndinner plans with his wife that he decided to make her dinner at home, instead.\nHe didn't tell her the plan, letting himself be overwhelmed by her\ndisappointment when he told her they wouldn't be going out that week. He had\nexpected her to get angry, or maybe sad, but her response was so much worse.

\n\n

\"Okay,\" she'd said, sighing. She didn't look upset, just\ndisappointed.

\n\n

\"I'll make up for it,\" he had said, desperate for her to believe\nhim.

\n\n

\"No, you won't,\" she had replied, and pulled out her phone,\nignoring him.

\n\n

He wanted his home cooked meal to be a surprise, so he left work early,\narriving at his house before his wife. He started to cook, ignoring the urge he\nfelt to watch one of Natalie's videos. He wasn't going to do it. Tonight was\nabout his wife, not Natalie. His phone chimed to let him know that Natalie had\nposted to her fanclub, but he swiped away the notification without opening the\napp. It would be there later. So will my wife, a voice in the back of his head\nsaid, but deep down he knew that wasn't true. He had already lost her once. He\nwasn't going to let himself lose her again.

\n\n

\"Bruce,\" she said, surprise evident in her voice as she walked\nthrough the door and smelt dinner cooking. \"What's this?\"

\n\n

\"Surprise!\" Bruce said, giving his wife a quick peck before\nheading back to the food on the stove. \"I told you I'd make it up to you\nfor not going out tonight, didn't I?\"

\n\n

\"I guess you did, yeah,\" she was smiling, and Bruce's heart ached\nas he realized he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his wife smile at\nhim.

\n\n

He poured her a glass of wine and instructed her to go dress up. She laughed\nas she raced upstairs to peel out of her work clothes and put on an evening\ndress. Bruce finished preparing the meal, and then he, too, put on nicer clothes,\nseating himself across the table from his wife. He lit a candle.

\n\n

\"Bruce, this is so romantic,\" she said, honestly sounding\nimpressed.

\n\n

\"Let's hope it's also delicious,\" he replied, and she laughed.

\n\n

They shared a perfect evening together, and Bruce was convinced he'd\nreminded his wife that she loved him. They laughed, they talked, and they\ndidn't argue once. His food was good, the wine was better, and they fell into\nbed together.

\n\n

She kneeled on the bed, slowly slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders,\nrevealing her breasts. She slid the dress off her body, fabric pilling at her\nknees. She wore lingerie, a pair Bruce had bought her. He kissed his wife,\ntracing his hands over her body as she helped him out of her clothes, but his\nstomach had started to churn.

\n\n

He didn't find her attractive. Her body was so much different than Natalie's\npetite, tan frame. She looked nothing like his Natalie.

\n\n

She kept kissing him, her hand running along the outside of his underwear.\nShe grasped his soft cock, stroking it, trying to work life into him. It\nwouldn't work. Bruce knew it was never going to work. He belonged to porn now,\nNatalie had ruined him for anyone else, even his wife.

\n\n

\"Bruce,\" his wife said, \"please fuck me.\"

\n\n

\"I can't,\" he said, desperate for her to understand. The happiness\nin her eyes had faded, the angry lines of disappointment reappearing on her\nface. She looked dissatisfied and frustrated.

\n\n

\"You can't?\" she repeated. He shook his head. \"That's fucking\npathetic, Bruce.\" She said, \"You can barely pay attention to me\nnormally, and the one time you seem to remember I exist you still can't manage\nto get it up for me. You're worthless to me. You don't provide, you're going to\nlose your job. You're nearly bankrupt, if you aren't already. You think I don't\nknow but I do. God, I should have stayed away from you. I should fuck someone\nelse. It would probably be better than you ever used to be. I guarantee you I\ncould find someone more attractive, with a bigger dick, and more money, who's\nbetter in bed than you were tonight, if I wanted to.\" She shook her head,\nthe fire draining from her. \"Let's just go to bed, then.\"

\n\n

Bruce waited until he thought she was asleep, and then he finally,\ndesperately, pulled up one of Natalie's videos. He needed it. He felt like he\nmight die without it. His cock stiffened before he even pulled it up. He was so\npathetic. He could only get hard for Natalie, spending money on her, being\ndenied by her, even being ignored by her. Why was Natalie's inattention so much\nhotter to him than his wife's attention? He didn't know.

\n\n

He stroked himself to a new video, an ignore fetish clip where Natalie has\nset her camera up to face the corner of her room. He knows she's there, just\noff frame, staying out of his sight because he's not good enough for her. He\ncums fast, letting out a quiet groan before switching off his phone and setting\nit on the bedside table.

\n\n

\"You're really weird, and disgusting,\" his wife whispered. \"I\nsaw that. I don't know how I ever could have loved you. You're just sad. Really\nfucking sad. Do you have a wall fetish now? What is wrong with you? Sad.\"

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Chapter 10

\n\n

Bruce's wife sat him down and laid it all out in black and white. Quit\nwatching weird fetish porn or she would leave. It was a harder choice than he\nwanted to admit. He was so addicted to being Natalie's human wallet that he\nstruggled to remember his identity outside of lining her pockets and,\noccasionally, making her laugh at his patheticness. It was embarrassing, but he\nknew his place in the world, and it was somewhere just below Natalie's size\nfive feet.

\n\n

But he remembered what it felt like to be more than just someone's\nsubmissive, more than just a slave to a porn princess. He remembered loving his\nwife, feeling satisfied at his job. Majesty Natalie had hypnotized him well,\nbut somewhere deep down he still craved more. So he agreed. He gave his wife\nhis passcodes, sat with her as she went through everything, his bank\nstatements, his credit card debts, and, most embarrassingly, Natalie's fan\npages, her emails, the hundreds of files of her videos. His wife saw, and\ndeleted them all.

\n\n

It worked, too. Bruce felt weird being away from Natalie so long, almost\nitchy from the feeling of being without her content. But he felt so much better\nin so many other ways. He still couldn't get hard without thinking of Natalie,\nbut he felt confident that he'd get there in time. He even got a therapist, and\ntold her about his problems. Everything was going well, and Bruce thought that\nhe might just get his life together again after all, in the final hour.

\n\n

And then he got a message from an unfamiliar number on his new phone (his\ntherapist had recommended a new phone, a clean slate, in case Bruce had backed\nup any files to his old one. His wife had happily paid for the new one).

\n\n

Hi Bruce. Call me. XOXO -- Majesty Natalie.

\n\n

He blocked the number, his heart racing. A few minutes later, his phone\nrang. A new number. He hung up, sending it to voicemail. He told himself to\ndelete the voicemail without listening to it, but he had to know.

\n\n

\"Heyyyy Bruce,\" Natalie said, her voice bratty and amused. Bruce's\ncock instantly stiffened. \"I've noticed you've been gone lately. Okay\nthat's not really true, I don't care enough about you to know if you're around\nor not. But I noticed my good little paypig hasn't been paying my bills\nlately.\" Bruce's cock twitched at her words, his fingers itching to pull\nup her website and send her money right away. It was like her words had\nunlocked something in his brain. \"You don't have to keep buying my\nclips,\" Natalie said, sounding pouty. \"But if you don't, I'm going to\nrelease this video of you.\" A laugh. \"Anyway, send me $100 to let me\nknow you got this message, and I'll see you in the DMs of my fanclub this week!\nBye!\"

\n\n

The video had come through as Bruce was listening to the voicemail. He\nclicked on it with dread. There he was, on his knees, bringing his trembling\nhand to his mouth, licking his own cum off his fingers.

\n\n

Not knowing how fast Natalie planned to move, Bruce went to her website\nright away. It was blocked. Dammit. Of course it was blocked. He broke out in a\nsweat. He practically tore the house apart looking for anything he could get\nonline with. He found his wife's old computer, waited impatiently for it to\ncharge enough to turn on and went straight to Majesty Natalie's site. In the\ntime it took before he could send her the money, he got another text.

\n\n

Tick, tock, Bruce. It's for your own good. You know you're nothing but a\nbrainless paypig.

\n\n

\"Yes,\" Bruce whispered. \"I'm your brainless paypig,\nPrincess.\"

\n\n

The computer was painfully slow, it was the reason his wife didn't use it\nanymore, and Bruce drummed his fingers against it anxiously. \"Come on,\ncome on, come on,\" he mumbled.

\n\n

Should I send it to your wife first? I can't wait for you to come back to me\nand spend every penny you earn on me.

\n\n

Finally, Bruce gets logged on and puts his payment through. The texts stop,\nand he thinks he's over the worst of it. He can send Natalie a few hundred\ndollars every now and then, call her phone line, he could manage that much\nwithout getting sucked back in. He could still walk this tightrope.

\n\n

His wife came home twenty minutes later with divorce papers.

\n\n

\"I get a notification,\" she said, showing him her phone,\n\"when you go on blocked websites. We're done.\" Bruce's heart sank,\nbut he didn't fight it. He couldn't explain to her why he'd done it, and part\nof him didn't want to. With her gone, he could be Natalie's again.

\n\n

Epilogue: Three months later

\n\n

Bruce's phone chimed. A message from his ex-wife. She had sent him a picture\nof herself and a man he recognized as his high school bully.

\n\n

\"He has a bigger dick than you\" the message read. \"And he\nknows how to use it, too\"

\n\n

The guy who had traumatized him in school was now fucking his wife. Ex-wife.\nIt didn't matter. Well, it did. It hurt and humiliated him, but he can't care\nbecause he had Natalie now, whenever he can afford her. He lost his job shortly\nafter his wife left him, since his boss caught him jerking off at his desk to a\npicture of Natalie's shoes. He started working at a fast food restaurant so he\ncould afford to send Natalie at least a little money. His wife got the house,\nso Bruce was staying at the homeless shelter. Rent was so much, and he needed\nthat money for Natalie. He was completely humiliated and, finally, where he was\nsupposed to be. He was her gooner, through and through. Pretending to be\nanything but her cash cow was avoiding the truth. He willingly, desperately,\nneeded to be Natalie's bankrupt paypig for life.

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