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100K Rinsing Session I guess the most memorable rinsing session was with a guy who messaged me late one night. He was typing in this disjointed, careless way that made it obvious his judgment was compromised, probably high on something. His state just signaled an opportunity. He started with a $500 tribute, calling me "Goddess." I asked if he was ready to give everything. I asked if he understood what that meant, that it meant giving until it hurt. He said yes, he consented to a full rinsing and that he had plenty to give. So I began. After that initial confirmation, I started applying the pressure methodically. I didn't ask for a massive sum right away; instead, I gave him a list of my immediate, mundane expenses. "My rent is due tomorrow, that's $1,200," I stated flatly. "And my phone bill just came in, another $185. Handle it." Then came the smaller drains: "I'm craving sushi from that place downtown, send $75 for delivery," and "I need to get my nails done this afternoon, that's another $60." Each request was a test of his obedience, turning him into my personal expense account and building the rhythm of relentless giving before we ever touched his real wealth. His judgment was completely gone, a fog of intoxication and raw, desperate arousal. He wasn't just high; he was drowning in sub-space, getting off on this. With every transaction, his messages became more fervent, more worshipful. I could practically feel the frantic energy through the screen, imagining him obeying my every command with one hand on the keyboard and the other working himself into a frenzy. The hornier he got, the less he cared about the numbers, fueling a feedback loop where his pleasure was directly tied to sending me more and more money. Then things got more serious. I had him drain his checking and savings accounts: $18,750. Then I guided him to his investment portfolio. He sold $52,000 in stocks over the next two hours, sending the cash directly to me. He mentioned past substance issues casually, which only confirmed he was in no state to think rationally, so I pressed for more. I made him open three new lines of credit. He maxed out a $15,000 personal loan, a $10,000 cash advance on a credit card, and another $8,500 from a second card. The sun was up by then; he'd sent over $104,000 in a single night. When he finally broke and said there was literally nothing left to liquidate, I told him to sleep it off and that I expected another $5k by the end of the week. I heard he lost his apartment because he couldn't make rent and had to move back in with his parents. His consent was given freely, even if his mind wasn't clear. His lack of control just made the process more efficient. **He basically traded his financial stability for the single most powerful nut of his life.**