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Life Ruination Text Trigger. You will never change.

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gets horny  ←  swears to quit findom


You’ve wasted your life as a wank machine. Tributing men and binging clips. Don’t worry, this time won’t be different. Enjoy your relapse. You lurk. You relapse. You deactivate for 2 days then repeat. This endless cycle should be getting tiring but the adrenaline rush is so addictive you need more. 


Now you crave more thrill and more danger. If you’re reading this, give up. If you could beat this you would have never relapsed. Unzipping and rubbing the throbbing ache in your pants while your checkings is wiped feels right. Your defeated cock is too weak to say no to and too limp to say yes to normal sex. Poor bitch, your life is over. The wasted kids liquidated on your stomach is a reminder that findom has warped you into a fist fucking loser cash machine. I'm not the reason you biologically imbalanced freaks chase an irrational high of masochism. Whatever happened in your childhood is responsible for that. I'm just here to reap the financial benefits of all the bullying, abuse, and neglect you went through. 


Morals have no place in Findom. I will break hearts, tear apart families, f***e poverty, interrupt income and just laugh at your damaged past. Your problem, My profit. I'm not here for negotiations or therapy. I'm simply here to take advantage of an easy situation. "Never again”. You've repeated it so many times it's lost all meaning. It must be painful, being so stupid. Lying to yourself over and over. Your only real option is simple, admit your defeat and watch as I pick apart your life's work.


You don't get out. You never get to quit. You only get to hate yourself more as I personally oversee your demise. Don't forget to keep stroking, those few minutes of fleeting bliss are the only escape you get from this nightmare. Your only reward for sending is the feeling of nothingness and being forgotten. Five seconds of pleasure when you flush your beta spunk away. Then you're just left with a lifetime of poverty and regret. You're still gonna send because you're an addict. You’re just another disposable brain dead failure. Scamming you while you goon your brains out as your wallet gets lighter. After I’ve milked you dry, you will shoot out your load to a block screen. Another babycock loser will just replace you instantly. No one cares about your existence. You are a nobody, a stroke puppet, jerking in a dark room to strangers. Nobody is ever going to look at you so just get use to sexual frustration and loneliness. Hurry into my DMs with that pumped up jizzdick to get your handsex sessions pumping hard. Squirt your nutgunk out in defeat. I will drain everything, bankrupt you then just block you. Starve your family just for a quick fap session with me.


Financial Master Programming Wank Machines.

How many times have you felt a shower of regret in post nut clarity and told yourself never again? It's a shame that no one has ever successfully quit findom. The damage is irreversible. Let the tingle turn into a throbbing ache in your gooey pindick. Present yourself for the slaughter.


You send within budget, then are pushed beyond your self imposed limit, you think to yourself "shit, this is ruining me, I will quit now". Realizing you get off on being ruined, you hate yourself more, you stroke, you forget and repeat the cycle. My cold, cruel words soothe your aching defective limp fuckpole. Dribbling nutgunk out of your second brain while I end your sex life and cement your fate. Your best orgasms don't come cheap anymore. No life. Lonely. Addict loser locked away, pumping away financial stability. Edging closer to losing all free will. A mindless cash dispenser oozing out cash. Brainwashed and seduced into losing your life to Findom. Wrap your fingers around your pathetic cock and sign over your life to me with every pump. Every ounce of self-control has slowly been drained away in all that beta goo your maggot has been oozing out. You tried your best to fight it. You lost. Fall in love with ruining yourself. It won't be long before regret turns into arousal. Then there's no escape. The closer you get to succeeding the more you want to fuck yourself over. It makes me so happy to know that I'm causing permanent damage to your sorry lives. 


I'm not here to build relationships with the dregs of society. Only to stomp on your finances and throw you away. I promise to forget all about your existence after I'm done leaving long-lasting, irreversible effects on your sorry life. Some masters like to encourage their subs to better themselves but I'm not so deluded. I know you'll never amount to anything. Can you blame me when all these pathetic failures throw themselves in front of me and beg for torture and misery?


PAYPIGs JOURNAL
PIG has been serving MASTER for a little over a week now and it has enjoyed every moment of it so far. PIG couldn't be happier.


MASTER has given PIGs life meaning and shown it that being a cashslave is nothing to be ashamed of, but PIG should accept and embrace it.


The only thing PIG is struggling with at the moment is the discomfort from the chaffing and night time erections from being kept in chastity. PIG knows being chaste is part of its service to MASTER, so it has to learn to accept the good with the bad.


Little by little MASTER is taking more and more control over PIGs mind, body and wallet and it hopes MASTER will continue to do so.


Thank you MASTER for your ownership, guidance and support.


*kisses MASTERs boots*


OINK! OINK!

The Meeting - A dadfag story for Monstercawk

The Meeting. 


I immediately saw him when I stepped into baggage claim. Very tall, dark and handsome. He was 30 years old and built lean and strong. Dark hair and features, he looked like a young movie star.  The Alpha saw me too and started grinning ear to ear as I walked out. I could see in his eyes I was his for the weekend.  I looked him up and down and did a quick scan of his body, suddenly focusing on his crotch. Holy shit he wasn’t joking. He was “commando” in tight workout shorts that showed off his legs but more so showed off his massive manhood. The Alpha had a log in his shorts and I could see it start to stiffen. 


The Alpha turned away and started walking to the car, never saying “Hi or how was your flight?”  I followed him staring at his ass, unable to comprehend what I had gotten myself into..  We got into his car and started driving. I could see out of the corner of my eye his bulge had gotten considerably bigger since the airport and there was a small precum spot growing on his shorts. His cock was a monster!  He had this shit eating grin on his face as he faced forward and said out of the blue, “Which bank do u use”?  I looked up confused from my phone and knew this was how it started.  “BOA, Sir” I said.  “Look up the nearest one fag” he said. My cock jumped at the statement but struggled to get erect in my newly locked cock cage. “It’s .075 miles Sir”.


The Alpha pulled onto a side street 5 minutes later and I could see a BOA drive up machine through the trees. My mind started racing; How much do I have? How much can he pull out? What am I doing? As he’s getting out of the car and starts walking to the machine I hear him say “follow me fag”.  I get out of the car and turn to find him standing under a tree. His silhouette is perfect. Tall long legs, big hands and a massive bulge that I can’t stop staring at.  The Alpha looks at me and smiles. He reaches into his shorts and pulls out the most massive fat cock and balls I’ve ever seen. He just lets it drop in front of his legs and it bounces, begging to be sucked. “Here’s the deal” he says. “You’re going to bow down in front of that ATM facing me. I am going to walk up to you, slide my cock in your mouth and it’s going to stay in your mouth until I say so. Understand fag”? I nod slowly, terrified by what I’ve gotten myself into. “Now get over there and kneel fag”.  I slowly walk over to the ATM. It’s got so many lights; Security lights, cameras, everyone can see. Fortunately it’s 1AMm so no one is out but still! “What if someone sees”, I keep thinking. 


For what seems like an eternity I get to the machine and turn.  The Alpha just stands there grinning, huge cock sticking straight out of his shorts.  He walks towards me and I really realize how tall he is.  This dude is easily 6’4” and his cock is the exact height of my mouth.  His shadow grows as he gets closer and his cock is suddenly right in front of my face. All I see is his dick coming towards me. He grabs the base of his shaft and slowly slides it in. It pushes past my lips and rests on my tongue. It is huge. So fat, my lips are spread wide and it almost cuts off my oxygen. “Gimme your ATM card fag” he says.  I struggle to get out my wallet.  I hand him the card, his cock slides into my mouth more. “Text me the pin fag” My hands are shaking, eyes are watering and chest is racing as I try and focus on my phone, texting the numbers 8.2.5.7.  The Alpha chuckles when his phone chimes and I hear him say to himself “easy money” as he starts entering my pin number.  I’m now fully aware I am bowing in front of a huge Alpha,  his massive cock in my mouth as he is withdrawing what is now his cash from my bank account. His cock begins to stiffen as the machine starts kicking out the bills. 100, 200, 300, 400, 500 dollars spits out, all in 20’s. His cock slides in even more pushin my head back into the machine. I’m trapped.  I can hear the Alpha slowly counting the cash when I look up, mouth full of his manhood.  “Don’t look at me fag unless I say so”, pushing my head hard into the ATM with his cock and hips.  I just sit there frozen in time with his huge cock in my mouth when he slowly starts pumping. With each thrust of his hips he goes deeper and gets harder. As he counts the wad of bills he gets more aggressive, holding my head with one hand and his wad of cash with another. He starts to fuck my face, pushing his massive fat cock deeper into my throat and making me gag, my eyes bulge and water and I struggle with his size.  And then it happens. His cock seems to get even thicker as he screams and pushes his dick deep into my throat, cutting off all air. Huge squirts of cum flood my mouth and throat. I can’t breathe, I can’t swallow, I feel like I’m drowning as his cum load keeps pouring from his cock, down my throat. It seems to go on forever, pulse after pulse. Thrust after thrust till my gut is full of his seed.  His full weight is on me as he finally shivers and sighs heavily,  his thick hard cock slowly starts to soften in my mouth. I’m relieved as I think this is all over. He’s going to pull out now and let me up.  “I told you don’t take my cock out of your mouth until I say so fag”.  He looks down at me and gives me a playful slap on the face and then relaxes. I feel both of his huge hands grasp my head on both sides, holding me into place. Suddenly he closes his eyes and moans. I taste his piss. At first it was a small trickle down my throat, something I could handle but then immediately without warning a huge flood of warm piss fills my mouth and I’m drowning again.  I try to swallow it but there’s so much. The piss starts to flood out of my mouth and all over the ground.  The Alpha is laughing now as he pulls back and starts pissing all over me. My head, my face, my shirt, my shoes, it’s all soaked and covered in his piss. He pisses on me for over 30 seconds, the type of piss load after a full pitcher of beer. I’m soaked. The Alpha just stands there and looks at his slave, cock dripping, hanging out of his shorts with a big grin on his face. He grabs is dick and shakes it off on me before sliding it back into his shorts. A bulge again that demands to be stared at. 


“Theres a plastic bag and a plastic sheet in the trunk fag. Strip naked, put your piss soaked shit in the bag and sit on the sheet for the ride home.  I’ll sneak you up the back, he says.  I just sit there in a pool of piss, dejected and wet.  I get up and follow the Alpha back to the car, dripping piss down my legs and all over the cement. I  strip naked in front of him. He smiles as he sees my cock cage and how small my dick is. “Easy to hide such a small fag clit in there huh slave. Not anything like my monstercock” as he grabs is dick and squeezes it hard. “Your cunt is gonna gaped tonight, slave. Full of my cum and piss. You may or may not like it. Either way, I don’t care.” “Yes sir” I replied as I draped the sheet in the back. “Hold on, I got something else for you” as the Alpha digs in the trunk.  He pulls out a large piece of rope.  “Put your hands out faggot” as he walks over to me and starts tying the ropes around my wrists. “You’re mine now slave”, he growls. He bends down and looks me deep in my eyes. “I own you and we will do this every night until that bank account is empty and what is yours is mine”  I looked up to him, tiny cock caged, hands tied and marked by his piss. “Yes Sir, it’s all yours Sir” I reply as he shoves me into his back seat and closes the door. 


MASTER DIESEL Introduction

The weather is dull, my house has never been so clean or organised and another Monday in Lockdown, so I thought I would be productive and do an introduction to myself on Owned Fags. So, let’s start how would I describe myself in a few words? Well an Old Guard Leather Master, Dominant, strict but fair, Confident in knowing who I am and what I want and expect in every aspect of MY life. I have always been into wearing leather from being a teenager. Financial Domination started for me at school being in a gang of lads picking out the weak loners and cornering them and emptying their pockets and enjoying spending their money at the corner shop. I have always worked and have a long successful career, so be clear findom is not about making quick cash or easy money! I have been draining and using fags for over 20 years. I enjoy the control, obedience and getting inside fags and slaves heads and getting them onto the path of service to work hard, to earn good money, to then hand it over to ME, giving them satisfaction, fulfilment and purpose to want to do it all over again knowing you are pleasing ME. Getting that cash large or small is as horny as fuck to me watching the figure going up and spending MY money on what I want when I want.

As part of this domination is a huge part of this for me, Boot worship soles treads, heal shaft the whole boot fags, Leather worship, Oral pleasure ready for a deep throat fucking love to hear a fag gagging on my pierced thick cock, Ash use fags with open mouths ready to take my thick hot ash is not a choice is a requirement if any fags are near me while smoking MY gars, smoke abuse nothing better than seeing a fag in my gas mask in tight bondage, fuelling the fags lungs with MY thick heavy gar smoke from MY 8x80 Asylums through the gas mask tube, strict Corporal Punishment for MY pleasure not just when a fag disobeys or disrespectful, Domestic service why should I clean MY house when I can get a fag to do such mundane tasks in life. Poppering a fag slave up makes them weaker to be used and drained for MY gain and pleasure.

So, Fags PM me or approach me in the chat room and let’s show you your rightful place in life.

MASTER DIESEL

November Update
Can't believe it's already November!  This has definitely been a busy season.  Bur not really from My online interactions.


I'm typing this note from a shiny new MacBook being funded by a terrific cashsub.  he's become very special to Me and I treasure his service.  he knows who he is and I'll just say that he is yang to My yin in this unique and interesting scene we find O/ourselves in.


I've never been one of those people Who lives on Twitter or Facebook or any social media.  I browse, find things to "like" and make occasional comments, but I'm not driven by a need to post often.  My blogging history here is definitely an example of that!  LOL.  But this is where W/we all meet and get to know each other,  And the people who do the hard work to put up and maintain a site like this- they deserve a lot of credit, because their work allows U/us to have a place to interact.  Or not, if a Master isn't your cup of tea.  I'm quite content interacting with fewer cash subs who are more My style anyway. 


So here's to a good month ahead and to a lot of great interactions with those W/who resonate!

How to Grow in Submission: Saving, Earning, Selling, Sending.

by DorianTheAlpha


Now, I will preface in saying this is My opinion, though one I know it is shared across hundreds of Superiors. That said, you may well find a Master that views submission differently than I describe here. If so, I weep for you because you'll never know the bliss of true sacrifice to serve your Master's pleasure.


Let's begin by listing off the excuses so many pretenders enjoy bleating to Masters Who've heard these tired lines a thousand times before:

- i am student/jobless right now, but i can serve You in other ways.

- i want to send to You, but i need to trust You first.

- i might be open to sending, but financial domination is not My primrary kink.

- i was mistreated by a previous Alpha, i need to recover before i can worship You.

- i have no money to send, but i can be Your promo/task slave.


If this is you: you are the worst kind of wasted space in findom and kink as a whole. These aren't reasons; they're excuses. Do better. Redefine yourself to serve His pleasure first and solely.


There are countless others, equally transparent, equally boring, equally self-branding "block me: i'm a waste of time".


This article is meant as instruction, and as motivation. Like all habits, starting with a few easy steps will lead to  undertaking the harder ones. In time, you can be the best slave you can be by incorporating all of these and more. Internalize the spirit of these habits to truly devote the entirety of yourself to your Master.


1. Work harder, smarter, longer. 

Secure a raise or bonus? That portion goes to your Master. Great night of tips? Those are Alpha's. Win a payout, lottery, jackpot, raffle, contest? Guess whose: your Owner, silly pet. Get a second job, or third, gigging: Uber, tutoring. Suck cock if you can get paid for guzzling cum in your Master's name. Be creative, and proactive.


2. Cut back on luxuries and indulgences. 

Don't buy meals out. Meal prep, and make that coffee/tea at home. Skip the steak, and eat chicken or beans. Fast intermittently if your health allows it. Drink less, or not at all. Only Alpha Men consume fine spirits; you get hooch if anything. Forget about tobacco, weed, parties: they are revelries for Superior Males. Designer labels, latest tech, new toys of any kind... these have no place in a cash slave's world.


3. Simplify your lifestyle.

Forget the Uber: walk, bike or commute. Don't bother with a flagship smartphone when a budget model will do. Take cold showers and reduce your heating/AC to send your Master those savings. Workout? Cancel that gym membership, and go train outside. Sell your appliances and wash your dishes and/or clothes by hand. Which leads Me too...


4. Sell your valuables.

Collectibles: magazines, comic books, video games, watches, vintage items, etc. Jewelry, needless gadgets, vehicles, sex toys (looking at you sissies). Anything you are guilty of from #2, sell — that's a simple starting point. What feels more right: you owning $1,000+ of superficial goods you could do without, or placing that cash into your Master's powerful hands, where it belongs?


I have likely missed ideas here. What matters is starting small, being accountable to improve through sacrifice, communicating your commitments to your Master, and most or all: sending as soon as you have cash to do so. The longer your Master's money stays with you, the lazier you are being, slave.


Read, act, send. Or pretend that you are already doing "enough" for your Alpha, as if that is even possible.


We always deserve more...

Domination, Exclusive Consideration, and Ownership
By DorianTheAlpha


There are several slaves here, if not most, that serve as community fags. They are not beholden to any one Master, by their own choice. It is one of the few choices a little cash piggy has, and I as well as all Masters should respect that, in order for this findom community to properly thrive.


Domination

When a Master and a slave interact for a single interaction, whether one tip, a session, or a series of tips and sessions, there is a temporary domination that occurs. This does not change the fact that there will always and permanently be Superior Alpha men and pathetic beta bitch boy cashslaves. That is eternal, and true. However, a cash slave can choose to serve multiple Alphas, at their own leisure, so long as they obey the Dominant/slave dynamic that is drives their sole purpose: to serve at the pleasure of Alpha Men.


UC (Under Consideration)

Now, some slaves are competitive, both within themselves and others. When channeled properly, this can be deeply constructive for both their submission and (more importantly) their Master's pleasure. When left to run rampant, it is toxic, destructive, and often leaves the slave blocked and wayward because of their own selfish jealousy. The best cash faggots will be "considered" by their Alpha Masters: a period wherein they serve their Cashmaster exclusively, though not yet owned. Ownership, a cashslave foremost reward beside their Master's pleasure & approval, is a beacon of exemplary servitude: you are a sufficiently excellent cash dispenser that your Masters sees it fit to brand you as public His. The summit of submission & servitude for a mindless ATM. 


Ownership

As eluded to above, this is the pinnacle of what subs hope to achieve while worshipping at the altar of their Alpha Master's perfection. Do not conflate this ultimate reward with it being the pursuit of one's servitude: you serve to please your Master, exclusively and entirely. All else follows. Ownership rarely comes to those who actively seek it out; it is rather bestowed upon those truly selfless slaves that purely provide for their Master's every whim, setting aside their own kinks and orgasms for Master's slightest desire. True, beautiful, blissful submission to a Supremely Powerful Alpha Male.


Now, the reason for this distinction between the three is that too often there are those here who seek to poach, coax, or otherwise betray the fidelity good slaves show their Masters. I hope that this post can serve as a clarification for community cash whores, prospective pets, and wholly owned finfags. The latter two should not be sought out unless their Master has given you His explicit approval. The first... is fair game to use and abuse at your disposal. And oh how they are disposable.


Cheers to all. I hope this helps.

Holidays
So I have been thinking about "transactional" FinDom relationships recently.  I've seen CashMasters who demand payment for views of their mega-muscled body (with raised middle finger, of course.) I've seen cashfags who are clearly only interested in those types of Masters.


And plenty of U/us out there are seeking in-person service, usually highly sexual, with some cash or gifts thrown in. 


Each one of U/us has something valued that creates a type of transaction in what W/we seek.  I'm not much interested in sexual fantasy or pics with cash thrown in.  In My perfect world, I have cash slaves who want/need the mentor/advice-giver type.  My transactional interest is in being a sounding board.   I love receiving tips/tributes, after those convos, especially when it just "happens."  Nothing better than awaking to new tips. 


Transactions.  We all have something.



Let the holidays begin
So Thanksgiving has come and gone.  And now I'm OK seeing Christmas decorations in the stores.  Before Thanksgiving, I just ignored them as much as I could.  Now they reflect the season.  After all, one holiday at a time, right?


This is also a time of year when emotions can be exaggerated.  With everything else going on, the way a cashfag approaches, or how a Cash Master responds, and everything in between- all can trigger larger than usual responses.


W/we all must strive to be cognizant of this, and dedicated to be O/our true selves.  Do everything possible to be open and honest with others and Ourselves on our foundational principles.  


Not every conversation is going to result in drains and tributes, but a commitment to clarity and honesty can only help E/everyone to come closer to goals, whatever those might be.


Messages welcome from those who would like to discuss further.