Zeroed Out [erotica/fantasy]

My phone screen lit up at 12:22 AM “Sent 300 for your pleasure, Goddess."
I didn't even look up from my book; I'd been expecting it. They always cracked, usually around midnight when my silence became unbearable and their desperation peaked. I let the message sit unanswered while I finished reading. The book was hotter anyway, and making him wait was the kind of power I feast on.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. I reveled in watching him squirm. "I know it's not enough," he finally sent. "But I wanted you to know I'm thinking about you."

Without responding, I set my phone down, undressed and took a nice, hot bath. I felt the warmth on my skin, the relaxation wash over my body. There’s something so freeing about the offerings of devoted men who found something sacred in the act of emptying his account for a woman who would never touch him.

When I finally picked up my phone twenty minutes later, I sent a single word "More."

His response was immediate, dripping with desperation. "I can send $200 tomorrow. I promise. Please just acknowledge me. Tell me I did well. Please Goddess"

A devious smile spread across my face, slow and predatory. This was the moment I cherished, the tension of watching my desperate sub choose my attention over their own security. The way they rationed groceries but covered my rent. The way they sacrificed their luxuries all in the name of my comfort and my attention.

"You couldn’t afford even half my car payment and you expect praise?"

“I'm sorry Goddess. I'm so sorry. I'll give more soon. Please don't be angry”

I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t even disappointed. I just expect more. "Send again."

“I can't. I literally can't”

"Then why are you wasting my time?" I demanded cooly.

The typing indicator started and stopped dozens of times over the next few minutes. I imagined him sitting in his dark home office while his wife slept upstairs sweating, trembling, calculating whether he could make one more send without selling his stocks.

“Sent 426.82 You zeroed me out until Friday."

I giggled to myself. "Good boy" “But you zeroed yourself out. For me. Thank me for it”

I could feel his relief through the screen as he thanked me for allowing him to serve me. He'd earned this moment of relief and my attention. He displayed my value through his sacrifice. He transformed his labor into further sacrifice, showing that her time and attention were more valuable to him than his hours of effort. He found intimacy in this, where he gave everything and she gave nothing but her attention, where his sacrifice was their romance.

"Now about Friday..."