Meeting Master WalletKiller: Introduction
Introducing the hot FinDom Master I'm serving now
It's been a couple of weeks since I shared with you a fantasy story (apart from my new books, Submitting to Master Macho and Master John's Tales). So here is a short story of how I imagine my meeting with Master WalletKiller (formerly known as Sniff_Send) might go. Or maybe how it might go if things get out of hand a little bit.
It's time I properly introduced Master WalletKiller to you. His Twitter bio says he's straight, 20 years old, hung with 9 inches, and with size 11 shoes. He describes himself as an emotional terrorist and unethical DOM.
When he posts his PayPal you see his name, and one of his older tweets showed his piercing eyes. That's right, I haven't seen much more than that. Though I find it so hot when a Dom feels confident enough to reveal his name, if that is his real name.
But let's be real for a moment. While I may idolize Master WalletKiller, I don't idealize him. I'm desperately eager for him, but there are things about him that turn me off. I don't like that he's an emotional terrorist and an unethical Dom. I'm not a masochist, and I happen to care a lot about ethics. I try to do good in this world. That said, there is obviously something exciting about a guy who can push you very far. But I don't seek my ruin.
I also know it can be truly dangerous to mess around with someone who might have no remorse. I hope that's not what Master WalletKiller is made of, because that's what sociopaths are made of. Have you seen the show "You"? Wasn't the guy so charming? Yeah, you really need to be careful who you play with. But I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so dark and I don't want to imply anything. Just always be careful and try to minimize risks, even when you're eager to be used. Or abused.
Master WalletKiller encourages poppers-huffing, as his name suggests. Huffing is his main thing on his Twitter spaces, and I like listening to his voice although I haven't been doing any of the huffing. He counts the seconds of huffing like a drill-sergeant, calling us faggots, bitches, and sissies. He even condones the use and addiction to worse substances. He's nothing if not honest about what he does. As he says in his bio, he makes you sniff and send and he's unethical about it all.
He's right to say (in his own voice) in one of his tweets that he didn't trick us. We're eager for his attention and we're grateful for the privilege to send him money. I just love his soothing and confident voice. It drills deep into the hole in my mind, just like his huge cock drills into any hole he chooses.
His voice, his confidence, his cockiness — all those things make me eager and weak for him. Everything that normally turns me off becomes an asset in his hands. I prefer nice guys, and abuse is usually a hard limit for me. But somehow I feel like I’m turned on by how he might use me — and if I’d have to be more honest, maybe that would cross the line into abuse. Maybe I would want to take from him more than I’d let others do to me.
Another issue is that I'm also normally into guys closer to my age, but it's more degrading and somehow more exciting to submit to a guy who really is less than half my age.
And then there's his huge 9" cock. I have seen his dick print in one of his tweets and yeah, it looked big. It looked thick and mouthwatering. And just like the first time I spiraled to another FinDom, I can easily associate his huge cock with his huge cashcock and that image just breeds a fantastic mindfuck. It makes me so eager to gape the cashhole in my mind for him, just like I can feel a tingling excitement in my butthole and how my mouth begins watering when I think about his huge cock.
Most findom activity stays online. Those who have more money or just let themselves spiral deeper, can afford to spend more quality time one-on-one with their hot FinDom on a call, maybe even a video call if they're lucky. And those really invested, spend extra and meet in person.
Now I'm definitely not in the camp of those who have more money. And I'm not usually so desperate, although I'm a very horny fag. But I crave intimacy and I always seek to live out my fantasies in the real world, even though I spend more time writing about them than acting on them.
Master WalletKiller told me it would cost me 4 digits to meet him in person. $1,000 is a lot of money for me. I've never spent that much in one go, and I'd be reluctant to give it up quickly. I'll beg him to stretch out the experience, handing him the money bill after bill, rather than all at once.
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