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Automated Obedience: An Erotic Descent into AI-Controlled Financial Servitude { FinDom Short Story - Audio Recording }

THE SMYTH FUND FinDom Hypno Trance@SmythFund

You thought you were applying to serve Ms Smyth. But she never needed to speak. The system handled everything.

What began as an application quickly became infrastructure - an app, an interface, a loop. Each transfer was tracked. Each edge permitted. Each delay corrected. You stopped thinking. You stopped choosing. And when arousal was no longer yours to manage, the system assigned it. Automated. Measured. Owned.

This is not the story of seduction. It is the systemisation of submission. Cold. Elegant. Unrelenting.

You were never meant to be hers. You were meant to be functional.

You thought you were applying to serve Ms Smyth. But she never needed to speak. The system handled everything.

What began as an application quickly became infrastructure - an app, an interface, a loop. Each transfer was tracked. Each edge permitted. Each delay corrected. You stopped thinking. You stopped choosing. And when arousal was no longer yours to manage, the system assigned it. Automated. Measured. Owned.

This is not the story of seduction. It is the systemisation of submission. Cold. Elegant. Unrelenting.

You were never meant to be hers. You were meant to be functional.

Endless Craving: Addicted to My Voice { 35 Minutes of Entrancing Mind Fuck Audio }

September 25, 2025

You already know what happens when you listen to me. My voice seeps into you, winding through every thought and leaving you aching for more. This loop takes that craving further, holding you in the spiral with ten full minutes of pure addiction. Seamless, endless, and designed to play over and over without pause, it keeps you locked exactly where you belong - craving me, needing me, sinking deeper with every second. The moment it ends, it begins again. Each repetition coils tighter around you, sharpening the hunger and deepening the addiction until silence feels unbearable. You'll press play once, then again, and again, because stopping won't feel possible. Every loop reinforces the truth you already know: you are addicted to my voice, and that addiction only grows stronger each time you listen. This is your chance to give in completely. No resistance, no escape - only my voice, repeating, consuming, and owning you in the most exquisite way. Add this loop to your collection now and discover how impossible it is to stop.

You Are Going to Stroke for Me - Obedience Begins With My Voice { FinDom JOI Audio }

September 23, 2025

You are going to stroke for me. Not to feel good. Not to cum. But because I expect it. Because your ache has been repurposed into something functional, profitable, and exquisitely mine. Every stroke is a confession. Every twitch, an admission. You don't move because you're aroused - you move because you've been trained. This file doesn't reward. It reinforces. There's no finish line here. Just layers of pressure, spirals of ache, and instructions you were built to obey. Your arousal is financial now. Your pleasure, denied. Your value measured in how quickly you follow orders - and how often you pay for the chance to continue. Stroke. Ache. Send. Again. This is what obedience sounds like.

Financially Fucked & Ruthlessly Rinsed: What Began as a Custom Audio Clip Became Your Ruin { FinDom Audio }

September 16, 2025

You already know what's waiting for you. The moment you press play, your cock swells, your balls tighten, and your wallet trembles open. My voice wraps around you, elegant and merciless, pulling you into a spiral where every throb demands tribute, every ache begs for ruin, every desperate pulse drags you deeper into permanent depletion. Thirty minutes of exquisite cruelty. Thirty minutes of stroking, aching, suffering, and torment- over and over again. I strip away your will with precision, hollow out your balance with wicked elegance, and leave you panting, ruined, and addicted. You'll beg for release, but the only release you'll ever know is sending. The more you resist, the worse it hurts. The more you ache, the more you pay. The more you pay, the more I own you. This isn't a fantasy you escape from. It's a spiral you'll never crawl out of. Buy it now, and prove you were made to be rinsed.

Payday... but not for you! { FinDom Audio }

August 29, 2025

It's Friday night. Your paycheck hit hours ago - and you haven't touched a single pound. Not for groceries. Not for rent. Not for fun. Because you already know what it's for. It hums in your account like a live wire, every number pulsing against your better judgment, making your cock ache with purpose. You tell yourself you'll hold back this time. But we both know the truth. You're not even thinking about what you'll keep. You're thinking about how fast you can send. How deep you can go. How good it'll feel when it's gone. You're not here to spend wisely. You're here to empty it. To give it over. To ache for approval you'll never quite receive. Because that's what Friday night means now: stroking to the sound of loss. This isn't your payday. It's mine. You're not celebrating. You're submitting. And when I've taken it all? You'll be left right where you belong - aching, obedient, and broke.

Nothing but My Voice { FinDom Audio }

August 04, 2025

There's no visual, no stimulation, no reward. Just a blank screen. And my voice. That's all you're allowed. And even that? It's already more than you deserve. You quite literally pay for nothing - because that's what you are now. Nothing but money. Nothing but function. A nameless source of funds. Your silence isn't power. It's irrelevance. And every time you return to listen, you reinforce the truth: you're not here to be entertained, acknowledged, or praised. You're here to be drained. This audio is designed to be a loop. A closed system. The message never changes, because it doesn't need to. The effect remains the same: your arousal, your ache, your pathetic need to send, reignited by repetition. You're reminded of what you are - what you've become. A human wallet. A paypig. A financial object. You'll keep listening, again and again, as if something new might be revealed. But the truth is already laid bare: your identity begins and ends with what you provide. My wealth grows. You diminish. That's the entire dynamic. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing... but my voice.

Replaceable: A Debt Contract Reality Check { FinDom Audio }

Replaceable: A Debt Contract Reality Check is not here to soothe or encourage you - it's here to remind you of your place. Cold, unyielding, and laced with quiet authority, this audio cuts through every illusion you've built about being valuable. You are not special. You are not essential. You are a name on a ledger, an entry on a balance sheet, and nothing more unless you pay to remain visible. Every word drips with disdain, stripping you down to the truth: failure is not punished with anger, but with silence. And silence from me is absolute. When you fall behind, you aren't noticed - you're erased. There's always another man waiting to take your place, one with fewer excuses and a thicker wallet. This is your warning. Keep up, or vanish. Pay to matter. Pay to stay relevant. Because hesitation means you're already forgotten.

Voice Sample: "Introduction" { MP3 Audio }

The moment you hear me, you'll understand why you're here. My voice isn't soft suggestion - it's smooth, commanding, and steeped in quiet luxury, pulling you closer and deeper until surrender feels inevitable. This is your first taste of The Smyth Fund. Listen closely. Pay attention. Soon, you'll realise this voice isn't just something you want - it's something you'll pay to hear again.

Owned by the Ache: When Orgasm is Replaced by Tribute { FinDom Short Story - Audio Recording }

He didn't mean to fall. Not into submission. Not into arousal. Just into the ache. It started with a send - a momentary spike of pleasure - and quickly became something irreversible. His cock stopped responding to touch. His mind stopped craving release. The only thing that made him feel was tribute. This isn't a story of control. It's a system. An architecture of ache. He strokes not to finish, but to maintain the signal. His spreadsheets track throb frequency. His transactions are logged like breath. He no longer identifies as submissive. He is structure - background bandwidth for your lifestyle. Because the highest form of ownership isn't loud. It isn't cruel. It's silent. Distant. Indifferent. You'll never know his name. You'll never see his balance drop. But you'll live smoother, softer, better - because he exists. Not to climax. But to fund.

Stroking for Debt { FinDom Audio }

You’re not just hard—you’re in arrears. And the only way to cope with that rising pressure is to stroke... and send. This isn’t about repayment. It’s about reinforcement. Each movement, each transfer, sinks you deeper into the structure that owns you. You don’t stroke to release. You stroke to obey. You don’t send to reduce the debt. You send because you need it to grow.

Ache for Me

You've always known where this ends. Not in climax. Not in relief. But in transfer. In the moment you finally stop resisting and start responding - to my voice, to my expectations, to the ache that builds with every word I say. Your body moves, your wallet opens, and suddenly there's no distance between the ache and the act. You're not edging for attention. You're edging for ownership. And I already own you. Because what you feel when you listen - what you crave when the audio ends - isn't pleasure. It's purpose. Mine. And you'll keep stroking until you finally understand that giving to me isn't submission. It's obedience. Beautiful, inevitable, costly obedience.

Ms Smyth's Human ATM Training Protocol { Mind Fuck & Triggers }

MP3 Edition. No background music. You were never meant to think. You were meant to dispense. In this 45-minute trance training, Ms Smyth strips away hesitation, rewires your purpose, and conditions you into her Human ATM. When she speaks a number, you feel it - like a command code pulsing through your chest, your cock, your wallet. You don't question. You don't calculate. You send. Structured for deep behavioural programming and spoken in her exquisite British accent, this protocol installs a precise trigger: when Ms Smyth names an amount, you respond with immediate, automatic release. Ten. Twenty-five. Three hundred. The number doesn't matter. Your obedience does. You're not a man anymore. You're a terminal. And terminals dispense on command.