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Goddess Nia is a 23-year old college graduate and a full-time financial dominatrix: Submissive men obey her by sending the money she demands and purchasing gifts.

I was like, "Man, I need to find something completely out of the box." One night, surfing Tumblr, I came across a dominatrix’s blog.I found myself really attracted to what I was reading.I thought, I wasn’t ready for a dungeon, and wasn't sure about human interaction at all. My wish list ranges from a memory foam mattress to a Chanel clutch.But I saw that some fin-dommes don’t even meet their pay-pigs — or human ATMs — or slaves — whatever you want to call them. The subs want a woman who likes to splurge, who likes bags and shoes. So I uploaded pictures and wrote a bratty profile like, “Guess what? ” Suddenly I had extremely wealthy, successful figures getting in touch with me. Then I tell them to send me a “tribute,” to know that they’re serious. The first pig I ever had sent me a 0 Amazon card.So I told my boyfriend, and he was very encouraging. The first step was joining Fetlife and Collarme, websites catering to the BDSM community. You work so hard on making all this money, and now I’m taking it! They feel enslaved by their companies; they’ve spent their whole lives making money for other people. That’s done through Pay Pal or Green Dot Money Pak. When it arrived, I was like, "Holy shit, this is real, this is real, holy shit." I was so giddy! Another sub wrote, “Goddess Nia, you’re a perfect 10.

They’re social networking sites with options for specific kinks. I want to be your pay pig.” I said, “Did I ask you to rate me on some misogynist scale? I want you to send me a tribute, and I want you send it in all ten-dollar bills, since I’m such a perfect ten. The first time I met a sub in person was at the Standard Grill, right around the corner was the Apple store in the meatpacking district. I said, “Before you speak, we’re going to the Apple store around the corner." Right then and there, he bought me a new i Pad with all the accessories. People put in their credit-card information and call me just to have me answer and ignore them. One sub took me to Burberry on 57th Street and bought me a trench coat, while I was all bratty about it. I’ll run errands and neglect them on the phone all day. When he failed a quiz about Arrested Development, I ordered him to write 2,000 words on the meaning of obedience and wouldn’t unlock the cage. I’m so over placing the struggling artist on a pedestal. After six months of hard work and a lot of mind-blowing propositions — from covering my rent for a year to paying to watch me eat cake and listen to my stomach digest food — I have three main pigs. He’s the only one who’s ever crossed the line sexually, because he confessed to masturbating to me. Now he’s inside a chastity belt and can only masturbate one week out of the month, and that’s only if he can answer my trivia questions. I went to one of his restaurants and said, “My moules frites are subpar; you have to personally remake them now.” Meanwhile, the key to his cock cage is around my neck, and the waitress is watching from the corner. I made him wear an anal plug to a major presentation. There’s a certain release I’m offering, and I'm fine with that, even though nothing about this job is sexual for me. I watched him insert it on Skype, and he couldn’t take it out until I ordered him to. I literally take care of all his finances; I give him an allowance. Like, I won’t get into blackmailing, threatening to call someone’s wife if he doesn’t pay up. I let him pay his rent, buy his necessities, and then I spend the rest. It’s therapeutic for these guys, and in a strange way, I care about them. The idea of ruining a marriage is too fucked up for me, but men actually sign contracts giving fin-dommes permission to do this. Guinea Pig only makes 0,000 a year, but Sub-Chef makes more than a million.