Domme work, for all its perks, has a way of complicating personal relationships. When Eve met Ryan—a sweet, oblivious bloke who thought financial domination was something banks did—she decided not to mention her... side hustle. Why rock the boat, right?

But then there was Colin. Colin wasn’t just a sub; he was the sub. Gold standard. The Michelangelo’s David of submission. He’d been sending tributes for years, his devotion as consistent as the tides. So naturally, Colin was the first to notice when Eve started pulling back from their sessions. Less demanding. Fewer tasks. She even stopped berating him in voice notes.

Colin couldn’t stand it. He did what any reasonable sub would do: a bit of internet sleuthing, which quickly spiralled into a full-blown investigation. Within days, he’d cracked the case. Eve had a new boyfriend. His name was Ryan, he worked in tech, and he liked craft beer and indie music—exactly the kind of guy who’d think Bitcoin was edgy.

At first, Colin was furious. His goddess, his queen, was reduced to dating some man who didn’t even understand the joy of being drained. But then, somewhere in the depths of his humiliation, a new thought emerged.

“What if I support their love?”

It started small. Colin sent a tribute with a note: “For your date night.” Eve replied with a single word—“Thanks”—which was all the encouragement he needed. The next week, he sent enough to cover a romantic weekend getaway. Then came the wine subscription (“For you and Ryan to enjoy”) and a surprise delivery of artisanal candles.

Ryan, oblivious to the source of these gifts, was thrilled.
“Eve, you’re amazing. I don’t know how you can afford all this!”
“Good budgeting,” she muttered, sipping the expensive whisky Colin had paid for.

But Colin couldn’t stop. Each tribute had to outdo the last. He found himself wandering through luxury watch shops, wondering if Ryan’s wrist looked bare. He had a private chef deliver a five-course meal to Eve’s flat while Ryan was over, complete with personalized menus.

It didn’t take long for Ryan to notice that the “good budgeting” explanation wasn’t quite adding up.
“Eve,” he said one evening, gesturing to their new flat-screen TV, “where’s all this coming from?”
“Side hustle,” she replied, deliberately vague.

Ryan nodded, pretending to accept the answer. But inside, suspicion was brewing. It boiled over when Eve came home to find him holding an intricately wrapped gift box.
“Someone dropped this off for you,” Ryan said, his tone sharp.

Eve opened the box. Inside was a diamond bracelet, accompanied by a note: “For the goddess and her chosen one.”

“Okay, what the hell is this?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms. “Who’s sending you jewelry?”

Eve hesitated. She could explain. She could tell him the truth. Instead, she blurted, “It’s... from my uncle.”

“Your uncle? The one who sent us a matching luggage set last month?”

“Yeah. Generous guy.”

Ryan didn’t buy it. He started keeping an eye out, questioning every luxury item that appeared in their flat. Colin, meanwhile, upped the ante. He was determined to prove his devotion, even if it meant bankrupting himself.

The breaking point came when Ryan found a folder on Eve’s laptop labelled “Subs.” He opened it, expecting sandwich recipes, and was instead greeted by a spreadsheet of tribute payments, all with notes like “For the goddess’s happiness.”

“Eve!” Ryan shouted, storming into the living room. “What the hell is this?”

Eve sighed. “It’s my side hustle, okay? I’m a financial dominatrix.”

Ryan stared at her, processing. “So... Colin’s been paying for all of this?”
“Yes.”
“For us?”
“Yes.”
“And you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“I was hoping.”

Ryan didn’t storm out like she expected. Instead, he sank onto the sofa, staring at the diamond bracelet. “Well,” he said finally, “this is weirdly flattering.”

Eve blinked. “What?”

“I mean, I don’t love it,” Ryan clarified, “but the idea that someone’s funding my relationship... it’s kind of funny, isn’t it?”

Eve laughed despite herself. “Yeah. It kind of is.”

Colin, oblivious to their conversation, sent another tribute that night. The note read: “Anything for the goddess’s happiness.” Eve showed it to Ryan, and for the first time, they laughed together about Colin’s bizarre devotion.

And so, in a strange, twisted way, Colin got what he wanted: Eve and Ryan stayed together, bonded by the absurdity of his generosity. And Colin? He kept paying, thrilled to play his part in their story.

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