Being financially dominated by the straight tradie (Part 2)

It had been three weeks since the night I had met up with the straight tradie for some financial domination fun. I had not stopped thinking about that night since. In fact, I had barely been able to think about anything else. I was so distracted, spending countless hours every day replaying the whole night in my head – his total dominance over me, how he had made me feel, the rush of being financially used by a straight alpha male. Everything about that night and the whole experience just felt right – I had been put in my place by a superior man and shown just what a worthless faggot I really am. I needed to do it again. I craved being used like that again and having more of my faggot cash taken from me by a straight alpha.

I messaged the tradie. “What do you want, faggot?” came the reply. I told him that I couldn’t stop thinking about our last encounter and that I needed to serve him again. “Ha, you *are* pathetic, aren’t you! Keep the weekend free, I’ll text you the details later in the week,” he responded.

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A couple of days later, he messaged me.

“Saturday. 11am. Westfield Pitt St. Meet me at the main entrance. You’re going to take me shopping and then out for lunch.”

My dick was instantly hard. Saturday wasn’t going to come quick enough!

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Saturday morning finally arrived. I got dressed and headed into the city just after 10am. I wanted to make sure that I was there early.

At 10:50am, I walked up to the entrance of the Westfield shopping centre and waited. I was standing to the side, watching all of the people go past, my erection straining in my pants while I was waiting for my Dom to turn up. At 11:07am, he arrived.

He walked up to me and simply said, “Let’s go, faggot,” as he walked inside the shopping centre. I followed after him.

“You’re going to buy me a watch,” he told me. Holy fuck this was hot! There was no discussion, he didn’t ask whether or not that would be okay. He just told me that that was what was going to happen. I was so turned on already and he hadn’t even started spending anything yet. I could already tell that this was going to be another incredible experience that I was going to wank over for days/weeks/months to come.

We went into a couple of different stores, with him looking at and trying on several watches that he was interested in. In the third store, he found the one that he wanted. “You’re buying this for me,” he ordered, in front of the sales assistant, who gave me a curious glance. I meekly replied, “Yes, sir.”

I went with the sales assistant up to the counter and paid for the watch - $499.95. Fuck, he had spent nearly $500 already! My cock was hard once again. I wanted this. I needed this. I deserved this. We both knew it.

I took the watch, which was packaged in a gift box and cardboard carry bag, bag to him and went to hand it to him. He shook his head. “I’m not carrying my shit around,” he said, “that’s what faggots are for.” I apologised and withdrew my hand. Of course, he was right.

“You’re buying me a shirt next,” he stated. “I have a wedding to go to in a couple of weeks and I need a new shirt to wear.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied again. We went walking around the shopping centre again, looking at a couple of different shops until he found a shirt that he liked.

He went to the changing room to try it on. “Wait there,” he ordered, gesturing just outside the changing room door. He went into the cubicle and closed the door, but not all the way. He left it open maybe 20 cm. Enough that I could see into the cubicle and he could see me.

He took off his shirt and stood there for a brief minute, looking at himself in the mirrors. I could tell that this show was for my benefit. He knew I found him incredibly attractive and would give anything to drop to my knees right there and service him. But that would never happen. He was teasing me by making me stand there and watch him with his shirt off, running his hands over his chest and smirking at the lustful gaze in my eyes.

He put the shirt on and turned to me. “Do the buttons up, fag,” he ordered. He opened the door further and I reached in and did the buttons on the shirt up. This was kind of erotic and sexually arousing, but at the same time was also kind of humiliating in a way. I was his bitch and he knew it. He was clearly getting off on treating me like his servant. He knew I was getting off on the way that he was treating me too.

I finished buttoning the shirt for him and he turned back and looked at himself in the mirrors. Deciding that he liked the shirt and how it fit, he told me to help him out of it. I unbuttoned the shirt again and slid it off his body. “Go pay for it, fag,” he ordered.

He finished getting dressed again while I went up to the counter and paid for the shirt. My dick was rock hard the entire time, knowing that he was spending more of my money on himself. I swiped my card and took the carry bag with the shirt in it. Another $319.95 gone from my account, being spent on a superior man. Fuck yeah, this was so hot!

He came out of the changing room just as I finished with the sales assistant. “Lunch time,” he stated, walking past me and out the door. I followed after him, carrying the shopping bags.

He chose a Japanese restaurant and we went inside. The server took us over to a table. He gestured for me to pull out his chair, once again making it obvious that I was his bitch. I pulled his chair out for him, waited until he sat down, pushed it in, and then went and sat down at my side of the table. The server came over with the menus and he ordered several dishes for himself, as well as a beer. I gave the server my order as well.

While waiting for our meals and drinks to arrive, we chatted about our last experience together. I confessed that I was super turned on after that night and had been jacking off to it for the past few weeks. He just laughed and kept telling me how pathetic I am. He said that the next time we meet up, he will think about bringing a mate along, so they can both spend my money and laugh at how worthless I am. I nearly shot my load right into my pants when he said that!

Our drinks arrived, followed soon after by our meals. We ate and drank, with him ordering another couple of beers for himself throughout. At the end of the meal, I asked for the bill and again got a rock-hard erection when my card was swiped, and my account was drained of another $146.40.

As we got up to leave, he told me we would be stopping at an ATM on the way out. “If a faggot like you wants to spend time with a man like me, you need to pay for that privilege,” he said. I agreed with him. I knew my place in the world. Hell, that’s the whole reason why I was here in the first place, begging a straight alpha male to treat me like his walking faggot wallet and spend my money on himself.

We walked out of the restaurant and went downstairs. There was an ATM on the ground floor. He pointed to it and ordered me to go over and withdraw $300. I did as I was told and walked back over to him with the money in my hand.

Just like the last time, he made me get on my knees, kiss his shoes, and beg him to take the cash from me. In the middle of the shopping centre. He didn’t give a fuck who saw or what they must have thought at the sight. Again, I was both hugely aroused and incredibly humiliated.

But to my knees I fell. I kissed both of his shoes, thanked him for the privilege of serving him again, and then begged him to take the $300 cash from me. He asked me why and made me admit how pathetic I was and how much I needed this. Once again, he laughed in my face and took the money from me. He pulled his own wallet from his back pocket, opened it up, and put the cash inside.

“Get up faggot,” he ordered, “and hand me my packages. We’re done here for today.”

I stood back up, picked up the bags with his watch and shirt inside, and handed them to him. “Here you go, sir,” I said. “Thanks, faggot. Now fuck off,” he replied. With that, he turned and walked out the exit onto the mall and disappeared into the crowd.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the flushing in my cheeks to subside, and then walked out myself. I had just spent the last couple of hours with a true alpha male. He had spent another $1,266.30 of my money on himself. And I had loved every minute of it!

My dick was still hard, and I rushed back home to jack off to the events of the day, exploding all over my chest knowing that I had just been used and drained by a real man. Fuck I loved this. I couldn’t get enough of dominant straight men using me financially. I was addicted to being treated like a faggot wallet and I wanted it more and more. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was messaging him again, begging him to drain my wallet once more…