On Twitter, I’d seen women in latex and stockings posting links to Amazon wish lists for men they described as ‘paypigs’ to purchase from.I knew that some men got off on the idea of being financially ‘used’ and humiliated.To some extent, he liked the idea of me depending on him.And the money wasn’t really a gift at all – it was a transaction.I’d like to claim it was purely journalistic inquisitiveness that motivated me to reply to him, but I’d be lying if I denied that my pitiful bank balance and looming housing costs weren’t also a factor. The reply came back fairly rapidly: “You’d probably think it was embarrassing if I told you. In a string of further messages, he began to refer to me as “boss” and described his fantasy in more and more detail.The thought of accepting money from a stranger made me feel uncomfortable, but chasing unpaid invoices was proving to be a slow process, and frankly I was getting desperate. As this went on, I became increasingly uncomfortable.
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