Andromache – 01

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A Different Kind of Ad

Cultivated, extremely beautiful, serious and discreet, seeking individuals without personality for financial exploitation. Contact me only if you are fully available and fully aware. — Andromache

John read and reread the ad. It had captured his attention completely. His fantasies had for years been submerged in scenarios of submission—and above all, it was financial domination that aroused him the most. Shy by nature, he had never dared reveal this dark side of himself to any of the women he’d known… But now he was face-to-face with the unknown— with Andromache— who, with just two lines in a single ad, had enslaved his every thought. He couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never, he thought. I have to live this. And with trembling hands, he typed in her number.

The First Contact

“Hello?” A voice steady and confident—melodic and mesmerizing.

John tried to speak, but no sound came out. It felt like his breath had stopped.

“Who is this? Speak, please.”

“Go… good morning. Are you Ms. Andromache?”

“Yes, this is she. I’m listening.”

“I’m John. Forgive my boldness—I saw your ad, that’s why I called.”

“You did the right thing, John. No need to apologize. Give me your Instagram handle—we’ll speak there, by video call.”

John froze. He had only hoped to hear her voice, and now—within mere seconds—he was being asked to expose himself completely: his name, his account, his face. A voice inside him screamed to hang up and forget everything. But another voice—her voice—was the one that won. And with a trembling whisper, he murmured his Instagram name.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed. An incoming video call from a previously unknown account: “Andromache – financial consultant.”

John wasn’t ready. He was in a dark room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. He would never have wanted anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state. But he didn’t even have time to think—his finger hit “accept” before he knew it.

And then… he saw her.

A stunning, commanding woman, brunette, around thirty. She didn’t look like a dominatrix, nor someone who would flaunt her body to get something. She looked like the kind of woman you pass in the street and admire from afar—for her aura, for her beauty.

“Hello, John,” she said first. “I’m glad you had the courage. Tell me about yourself. How old are you?”

“Forty-two.”

“Do you work?”

“Yes, I do. I’m an employee at a multinational company.”

“Be specific, John. Which company?”

John swallowed hard. He felt so exposed, so powerless to resist… He stripped himself even further by telling Andromache the name of his company.

“Very good,” she continued. “What’s your salary?”

“Fifteen hundred euros.”

She wrote something down. Then looked back at him ataşehir escort and said: “Now tell me, John—why did you feel the need to respond to my ad? I assume you understand this is a situation of deep exploitation, into which you will voluntarily step.”

“Yes, Ms. Andromache. I understand.”

“Go on. Don’t be so shy—you’ll tell me everything.”

“I can’t explain it,” he said. “But I’ve had this fantasy for years, and it’s taken hold of me completely. I’ve never lived it out in real life. And the moment I randomly read your ad, I knew—this is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of.”

“Wonderful, my dear John. I’ll ask you a few more questions, and I want complete honesty. Are you in a relationship? Any emotional ties?”

“No.”

“How long have you been alone?”

John hesitated. Andromache insisted.

“Have you ever been in a relationship?”

“No,” John replied, lowering his gaze.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes…”

A shocking, enthralling laugh pierced straight into John’s heart and mind.

“That’s very good, my dear John,” said Andromache, trying not to laugh further. “It makes you ideal for what I’m looking for.”

John remained silent—blushing, humiliated.

“What city do you live in?” Andromache continued.

He told her, and for the first time, she looked genuinely pleased.

“That’s impressive! We’re practically neighbors.”

“All right, John. Add me on Instagram so we can keep in touch, and tomorrow afternoon at 5, be at LUX Café. We’ll meet there to discuss the details. Goodbye for now.”

And the call ended. John sat frozen—unable to move—overwhelmed by shock and unbearable tension.

The anxiety before the meeting

John remained motionless for a long time… he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Things that until now existed only in his darkest and most insane fantasies had suddenly materialized — they had taken flesh and bone, on the face of the mesmerizing Andromache. Then he looked at his phone, tapped on her profile… and was completely transfixed. There was nothing fetishistic or sick about it… it was filled with pictures of her — from nights out, vacations, beautiful places and landscapes. In each photo, she looked even more stunning than the last… and the more John stared at her, the more he felt like he was falling in love. Then he began reading her posts and captions… they were so witty, cutting, full of meaning and humor. Andromache wasn’t just any woman. Beyond her beauty, she had a striking personality. From the way she wrote, she seemed highly educated, and John was certain that if he ever faced her in real life, face to face, he’d feel smaller and more insignificant than ever. He already felt overwhelmed just at the thought.

The day passed painfully slowly for him… ataşehir escort bayan and the night was even worse, as he didn’t sleep a wink. He spent the entire evening staring at her photos… and many times he was tempted to pleasure himself… but for some reason, he resisted. It was a challenge he chose to impose on himself — that he would show up to their date without having released any sexual tension beforehand. This, as it would turn out, was a slightly reckless decision on his part, as the built-up tension combined with the overwhelming presence of Andromache would literally flatten him.

In the morning, he couldn’t think of anything else… he kept checking the time, while trying to prepare himself… making sure he was as clean, well-groomed, and neatly dressed as possible. But the more time passed, the more his anxiety multiplied… to the point where his stomach hurt… his hands trembled from the intensity… he kept thinking he wouldn’t make it… he considered texting her to say he had suddenly fallen ill… he was in full panic mode.

But in the end, he didn’t cancel. Time passed, and he was now ready — dressed, shaved… and already stepping out of his house, heading toward Lux Café. A place he knew, had been to before.

It was 4:30 when he arrived. He didn’t know whether he should go inside or wait outside… so he texted Andromache. She replied after ten minutes, telling him to go in and wait, as she would be running a bit late.

That delay was pure torture for John. Each passing minute didn’t help him feel more at ease — on the contrary, it made him even more uncomfortable. It was 5:10, 5:25, 5:35…

And then suddenly, when he turned his gaze toward the café’s entrance — he saw her!!! She was a tall, striking woman — around 1.75 meters, maybe more… or maybe he just suddenly felt much smaller. She was wearing black boots, a gray skirt and a short-sleeved black top that showed off her amazing arms and full chest. She also wore large hoop earrings.

She looked around the space — and then she saw him… sitting there, terrified at the table. She smiled… and began walking toward him.

John was no longer breathing. He wasn’t moving. And he wasn’t breathing.

Face to face

The first thing John felt when Andromache approached the table was her scent. It was enchanting and paralyzing — he felt it fill his entire being from the inside, and it was the most painfully arousing sensation of his life. His heart was pounding like mad.

“Hello, John,” she said as she sat down across from him. “Sorry I’m late. Are you okay?”

John struggled to form a single word.

She smiled sympathetically and said, “Nervous, huh? Don’t worry — that’s perfectly natural.”

The conversation continued… though it wasn’t really a conversation. It escort ataşehir was more of a monologue from Andromache, with John still unable to participate, only nodding silently in agreement. He also found it very hard to look her in the face — even though he longed to admire her, to watch her luscious lips move as she spoke, to see her bright eyes blink slowly… he didn’t dare. He was afraid.

She continued… She explained that she had extensive experience in the fetish of financial domination. That she didn’t just do it for the obvious reason — the monetary gain — but because she genuinely enjoyed it. She emphasized that the foundation of such a relationship was consistency and honesty. And she demanded from John that he always be completely transparent with her.

“John… this is the moment you have to decide. If we move forward from here, it won’t be easy for you. I have to warn you that I can be ruthless… and I will be. What I want from you is to know you’re choosing this consciously. I don’t want to feel guilt or moral hesitation. If you back out, now is the time — and I’ll leave without resentment, and we’ll never speak again. But if we continue… there’s no turning back. So, what do you say?”

John, for the first time, managed to speak. “Andromache, I understand exactly what I’m getting into… but I promise you, sincerely, this is something I’ve longed for — especially with a woman like you. Forgive me for saying this, but no fantasy I’ve ever had has come close… you’ve surpassed every dream of mine in a magical way. I can’t back out now.”

She laughed and said, “Wonderful! I’m very glad to hear such sweet words from you. But I have to make one thing very clear — our relationship will be strictly and only about financial domination, control, and one-sided sacrifice. Nothing romantic. Nothing erotic. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Very good! Now tell me — how much cash do you have on you at this moment?”

John, with a trembling hand, pulled out his wallet and counted… One ten-euro note, one fifty, and four twenties. A total of 140 euros.

Andromache lightly raised her palm and said, “You’re going to give them to me now — as a symbolic confirmation of our agreement.”

“Ha-ha, your hand is shaking so much… how adorable!” she said, clearly enjoying the moment.

John didn’t even dare to lift his gaze, and the trembling in his hands was truly unlike anything he had ever experienced — uncontrollable.

“Well, my dear John, I have to go now. It was a pleasure meeting you, and I’m certain we’ll work wonderfully together. I’ll keep you updated on what comes next.”

And with that, Andromache stood up, turned her back, and started walking toward the exit.

John, for the first time, felt the strength to look at her — now that she wasn’t looking at him. He watched her as she walked away… Her boots struck the floor firmly with every step, and her aura had filled the entire room.

Then suddenly, just before she reached the door, Andromache swiftly turned her head toward him — and smiled when she confirmed that he was still staring at her, mesmerized.

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