My financial slave, “Stupid Moron,” called me just as I was going to bed. I knew I’d be up for a while longer. Giving me money over the phone gives him immense joy even if I’m mostly ignoring him and double my rates. Zero fucks given. I was dead tired. This was the last ten minutes of our 2 hour conversation. It would have just went on had my will to sleep not taken over my wavering desire to make even more money. Such is the life of a financial domme.