Chapter 1: Put in the work, put in the hours

My alarm buzzed, jarring me from the half-sleep that had become my norm. I rolled over, my body protesting the movement, and slapped at the clock. It was 8:30 AM, just in time to start my day.

Another day of working from home, another day of silence except for the click of my keyboard and the occasional Zoom meeting where I kept my camera off. My name is Daniel Miller, and if you looked at me now, you'd never guess that I pull in a six-figure salary. I live alone in a small, cluttered apartment, surrounded by the debris of my life: empty takeout boxes, soda cans, and the unwashed dishes I never seem to have the energy to clean.

At 38 years old, I’ve let myself go. My once average build has slowly expanded over the years, a result of too many late-night snacks and too little exercise. Now, at over 300 pounds, I’m a soft, bloated version of my former self. My body was a burden I carried everywhere—a constant reminder of my failures and the loneliness I couldn’t shake.

I logged into work, barely glancing at the emails that flooded my inbox. Cybersecurity wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it paid well and allowed me to stay hidden. My co-workers were just names on a screen, voices that barely registered anymore. I didn’t need to interact with them, didn’t need to see their pitying or judgmental looks.

But the emptiness... it gnawed at me. It was a void that food couldn’t fill, a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied. I spent hours online, scrolling through websites and forums, searching for something, anything that might bring some meaning to my life. That’s when I stumbled onto a world that both repelled and fascinated me—a world where men like me gave money to dominant women in exchange for their attention, for their control.

It started with curiosity. I read about ‘pay pigs’ and ‘financial domination,’ men who willingly handed over their money, their dignity, to beautiful, commanding women who humiliated them, used them, and discarded them. It seemed insane, but the more I read, the more it made sense. For the first time, I could understand why someone might crave that kind of relationship, why they’d want to give up control in exchange for something... real.

Then I found her.

Veronica Hart. Her profile picture was mesmerizing—long, wavy red hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald green eyes piercing through the screen, and those lips, painted a deep crimson, curled into a smirk that spoke of absolute confidence. She was everything I wasn’t—beautiful, powerful, in control. I was hooked.

I hesitated before sending her a message. What could I even say? But then I saw it: her tribute link. A single click, and I could get her attention. My heart pounded as I entered my credit card information, the sum far more than I’d ever spent on anything non-essential. It was crazy, reckless even, but I couldn’t stop myself.

My inbox pinged a few minutes later. A voice message from Veronica. I fumbled with my phone, nearly dropping it in my excitement. Her voice was smooth, rich, dripping with the authority I craved.

"Good boy, Daniel," she purred, the words sending a shiver down my spine. "You’ve made the right choice, giving yourself to me. Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go."

I was hooked, completely and utterly hooked. This wasn’t just about money—it was about power, about her power over me. And I wanted more.


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