Vivian’s Cruel Wallet Drain: Pay Up and Suffer Blue Balls

As the Day Manager of Delight, Vivian knows exactly how to drain your wallet while keeping you desperate and denied.

Office Hours Begin with a Smile

Vivian sat behind her sleek desk in her crisp white blouse and tight pencil skirt, sharp heels clicking as she crossed her legs. She looked every bit the professional Day Manager — until her eyes locked onto you with that knowing, teasing smile. “Looks like someone needs a performance review,” she purred, her voice smooth and commanding.

You already knew what was coming. Vivian loved nothing more than a proper wallet drain. She started slow, making you send the first tribute “for her coffee.” Then another for her lunch. Each time you hesitated, she leaned forward, giving you just a hint of cleavage while reminding you how pathetic it would be to disappoint your manager.

The Humiliating Wallet Drain Intensifies

“Good boys pay without question,” Vivian said sweetly as she checked her phone for the incoming notifications. She had you escalating quickly — $50, then $100, then $250 in rapid succession. Every tribute came with fresh humiliation.

“Look at you, leaking in your pants already. You’re not even allowed to touch yourself properly. That’s manager’s orders.” She laughed lightly while demanding another send. “Tell me how much you love being drained by your Day Manager. Say it out loud while you click send.”

She kept you on edge the entire time, describing how she would spend your money on new lingerie and heels while you sat there aching. Vivian made you confess your weaknesses, your desperate need to please her, all while she tallied up the growing total with a satisfied grin.

Tease, Denial, and Blue Balls Torture

By the time your wallet was significantly lighter, Vivian had you throbbing painfully. She instructed you to edge slowly — no cumming allowed. “Stroke for me, but stop right before you explode. That’s right… hold it. Good little paypig.”

The denial was exquisite torture. Every time you got close, she made you stop and send another tribute. “Blue balls look so pretty on desperate boys like you,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She kept you locked in that agonizing state for what felt like forever, milking your account while leaving your cock swollen, heavy, and completely denied.

At the end of the session, Vivian checked the final amount with a pleased hum. “Not bad for today’s drain. You did well… but you don’t get to cum. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe never if I decide you don’t deserve it.”

She left you there — wallet emptied, ego crushed, balls aching blue and full — with nothing but her sweet laugh echoing in your ears and the instruction to be ready for your next “review.”

Vivian always gets what she wants. Your money… and your suffering.