Just a short update, how my live as a cash slave is: That hot guy I already gave money, texted me yesterday night, that he doesn’t have enough money to buy cigarettes and asked if I could help him out. Of course I did. I gave him my cigarettes and an additional 10 Euros, because that’s all I had at home…
It became routine for the boys on the baseball team after a big game to come back to my place and celebrate.
It only took just a couple hypno-sessions and they thoughtlessly stripped down once they entered my apartment.