The Platinum Paypig – A Millionaire’s Secret Obsession

Ethan McAllister was a man who had everything — at least, that’s what the world believed. CEO of a billion-dollar tech startup, featured in Forbes, always dressed in tailored suits, always in control. But every night, behind the glowing screens of his penthouse, Ethan became something else. Something pathetic. Something owned.

His obsession began innocently — a late-night scroll through Twitter where he stumbled upon her profile: Mistress Ava Noire.

Her bio was simple:
“Drain now. Worship properly. Or get ignored like the broke beta you are.”
Underneath was a link: tribute page – no chat unless you pay.

His heart pounded.

He clicked.

The tribute options started at $500 and went up to $10,000. Without thinking, Ethan sent $1,000. No message. Just… an offering.

Five minutes later, she replied:
“You’re cute. Barely adequate. Try harder, wallet.”

The shame. The thrill. The rush. He felt like he’d just been fucked — emotionally, mentally, financially. And he was addicted from that moment on.

Ethan became her Platinum Paypig within a week. Every day he wired her thousands. She posted screenshots of his tributes — redacted just enough to protect his ego, but humiliating enough to make his cock twitch with need.

“Look at my little tech bro throwing money like a good slave. Still not enough.”
— Mistress Ava’s tweet (10.4K likes)

She never showed him her full body. Just hints — red nails on black leather, Louboutin heels resting on stacks of cash, an occasional smirk. That was all he got. All he needed.

Soon, she demanded more than money. She demanded access.
“Give me your banking info. I’ll decide what you’re allowed to spend.”
He hesitated.
She ghosted him for 48 hours.
It was hell.

When she finally messaged again, his hands trembled as he typed his routing number.
Her reply:
“Now you’re mine.”

And he was.

She gave him rules:
– No tipping anyone but her.
– No dating.
– No luxuries unless she approved.
– Weekly video calls where he knelt in silence as she drained him live.

She made him beg to buy groceries.
She laughed when his credit card got declined at a restaurant.
She tweeted:

“My little pig tried to buy lunch today. Denied. Because I bought myself diamonds. 🐷💎 Stay broke, bitch.”

Ethan couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.
He was a success story, a visionary, a man with power.
But with her, he was nothing. Just a number. A toy. A wallet.

And he had never felt more alive.