Cashmeet story

last year I reached out to a findom who was in my city and after a bit of back and forth we struck up a bit of a relation. I’d send for her lingerie and pay for drinks when she went out and she loved telling me all about her promiscuous lifestyle. Eventually, as a reward for me having sent 3000 dollars, she invited me for the chance to do a cash meet. So first of all obviously I put down 200 dollars for the privilege. Then I went to a bar to meet her. It was a hot summer night. The first time I laid eyes on her in person I got so nervous, I started shaking and I thought about turning and leaving, but she looked up and gave me this predatory smile and I found myself compelled to walk up to her. I tried to take a seat next to her but she slapped my face and pointed at the floor. Kneeling on the ground, I kissed her shoe instinctively. She was wearing nylons and I could smell the sweat she’d built up that day. I felt flattered that she’d do that for me. What happened next was all the obvious stuff. I handed her all the cash I had in my wallet, I hid under the table and massaged her feet (the feeling was incredible). but then, she revealed to me that I was lucky enough to accompany her on her night out. We hit a few clubs and I paid the cover charges and for her drinks (I stayed sober all night), and she sent me over to try and pick up guys for her. Most of them weren’t interested, which is fair enough because cuckolding’s not for everyone, but one guy seemed like a natural bull. He loved the idea, and went up to her and said that he had racked up a pretty big tab drinking all night and sending girls drinks and getting rounds for his boys. She of course sent me to go pay it off (it was nearly a thousand dollars, and I was of course trembling, but for some reason I did it). When I came back they were talking and making out, and she quickly looked up, seeming disinterested in me, and told me to get a hotel room for them and an uber. I did, despite how crazy the last minute rates are, and so we rode to the place and they gleefully explained everything to the driver. He seemed to think it was funny. Finally we ended up at the hotel and I checked in and we went up to the room. They started getting undressed, having me take off their shoes, but then she slipped off her stockings, threw them at me, and told me to go into the bathroom and enjoy myself. So I sat on the bathroom floor and jerked off sniffing her stockings while I could hear them fucking. Of course I came very quickly, and that post nut clarity was crazy. I just sat there disgusted with myself, no idea how I could be so depraved, and I got my phone out and looked at my balance and realized my credit card was near its limit. I sat for a bit, then I got up and washed my self and tried to ring my cum out of the stockings. I quietly left while they were both still going at it. She seemed to be having a really good time. That night motivated me to quit findom for a while, but even so I can’t stop thinking about it. It really was like living my fantasies, which I guess shows just how much of a sub I am that that’s as good as I can imagine.