by DorianTheAlpha
There is a strange, skewed perspective of domination, in particular financial domination. Many slaves will approach to lead with their kinks. They will tell you all about what turns them on, what their hard limits are, their past injustices and why that makes them unable to trust the ever-perilous threat of Masters that mistreat them.
A common refrain is: "you want Me to send Sir? But W/we've barely spoken."
Now, I will always speak to curious souls. Some slaves are new. Some are unaware of how to approach. Some are just timid. But if after a short exchange, there's little sign they intend to tip, tribute, or otherwise strive to please Me, then I demand it. And generally, this is when the pretenders vanish. Every. Single. Time.
This post is for you, pretenders. The liars, the beggars, the toxic vile vermin that infect the purity of findom.
You do not get to own a Ferrari to pay for it when you like. You don't get to wear a Patek and send them a check when it suits you. You don't move into a seaside mansion and put off your mortgage indefinitely.
Serving an Alpha isn't just a luxury: it is the ultimate luxury. Financial s********n is a gift an Alpha gives you.
Sending Me the money that is rightfully Mine *is* your reward, slave.
So, let U/us here and now stamp out the fallacy that you deserve attention from a Superior Male because of any of the following:
- Uncertainty or curiosity
- Insecurity or past wounds
- Prior mistreatment
- Lack of finances / having being ruined
- Lack of interest in findom
- Servitude to another Master
- The list goes on...
As a slave, you are responsible to educate yourself about findom.
As a slave, you are expected to be able to serve financially, unless your Master explicitly states otherwise.
As a slave, you are required to please your Master first and foremost, however He chooses.
As a slave, you are accountable to understand that your Master allows you the blissful gift of His existence.
As a slave, you are indebted to your Alpha merely by the virtue of serving him. Tribute merits nothing.
As a slave, you are property. It is your choice to be a slave; and it is your purpose as such to be His property.
Understand the choices you make, and adhere to your commitments. Both you and He are allowed your limits. Findom is a choice. When you make it, do not flake and do not flounder. Follow through.
Let us end on a constructive note: follow these guidelines to please your Alpha, and live truthfully in s********n.
1. Do not say that you will send. Send, and then say that you have. Act first, then speak.
2. Do not approach an Alpha leading with your interests. He is above you. Pleasing him is all that matters. Do so, and maybe he will reward you by considering your own interests. That is the true nature of s********n to Another.
3. Do not victimize yourself. There will always be those who hold exception with this post. Slaves here have done so to My words in the past. This is not ironclad; it is a guide. Follow it, or ignore it and resign yourself to the sad lie that you are actually a "slave" — you are the opposite.
I recognize part of this post are strongly worded. Findom is a place of strong words, and emotions. If you are offended by this, you are likely guilty of what it puts forth. If You are nodding along, you likely know what I'm talking about, and have suffered through your fair share of vermin too.
Be better, for Him.
For Me.
Some Masters understand quickly (i hope) but you need to explain them for a long time (sigh...)
Here is my answer to a Master who sent me a 5000 target.
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Dear Sir, Your target request was labelled "Show me you understand that I'm the number one Master".
1) I am owned. That means the number one Master is not You but my Owner.Target request rejected.
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Jason just turned 45. He looked at the birthday cake his mates had bought him. No wife, and in a career he hated. What had he achieved in life so far? He thought to himself… All of his mates were married with kids. He’d spend his nights wanking, always feeling a sense of guilt after.
Most of his mates had left his house after a few birthday drinks, back to their own lives. His mate’s cousin Alex had cone along… Jason hadn’t spoken to him much all evening, but he’d overheard him say he was 27, and worked in IT. It was clear he worked out, he wasn’t particularly huge but was well toned. Jason definitely felt a bit of envy about his lean body.
About 5 minutes after everyone had left, Jason heard the door open.
“Alright mate, just forgot my wallet.” He heard Alex’s voice shout from the corridor.
Alex walked into the kitchen and Jason shyly said “oh did you? Oh yes must be this one?”
Jason picked up the wallet from the chair and passed it to him, nearly tripping over himself in the exchange.
“One too many lad?” Laughed Alex.
“I’m getting too old for this 💩” Jason replied.
“Too old to party?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Fucking hell man it’s your birthday you sound miserable as fuck… did you not have a nice time?”
Alex noticed Jason was looking at his arms and chest. He’d noticed Jason was doing this earlier when Alex was joking with the other lads.
“You checking me out bro?”
“What.. erm… what do you mean? No, checking you out?”
“Yeah man, looking at my chest and arms like you’re fixed on them…”
Jason’s face turned bright red, as he spluttered “No man I’m not… I’m not a…”
“A what?” Alex asked.
Jason’s eyes had moved to focusing on Alex’s feet.
Jason stuttered “A… you know… A faggot!”
Alex started laughing.
“You seem pretty focused on my feet now lad. You sure you’re not thinking dirty things?”
Jason panicked now. He didn’t know what to think or say. Had the thought crossed his mind? Was he feeling envy about this 27 year old’s body or was it something else?
Jason started to speak but couldn’t find the words, he could feel his face getting redder and his palms were sweating and shaking.
The smile had gone from Alex’s face now. He looked stern as he stepped in front of Jason.
“Why don’t you get on your knees bitch? and I’ll tell you how this is going to go.”
Jason still couldn’t make eye contact with Alex. He didn’t understand why, but his knees started to jerk, and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of the 27 year old. Eyes still focused on his feet.
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