It's as if a haze has settled over your mind. With a few deep breaths you begin to settle in and focus, no longer feeling the urge to run and accepting the truest part of your nature you allow yourself to be guided toward your purpose.
Tip after tip. In succession you are allowed to return to Master what is already his. As the amount slowly grows you think you might faint as you grow harder and the fluttering in your stomach turns to churning waves of ecstasy. You dont know why but you feel a growing connection with each tribute.
The knowledge that your purpose is being fulfilled floods your brain with dopamine, and suddenly you are like putty in his hands. You know now that there is nothing beyond this point in time and that each moment of your life is going to be dedicated to the service of your Master. Paramount are his needs. Ever growing is the realization that in all things, the thought of him should be forefront in your mind. There is nothing more than the relinquishment of control to his strength, compassion, and intelligence.
There is nothing that you will ever crave more than the rush of subjugation and the penance of existence.
The internet describes it as the fetish of a power exchange involving the transfer of money from sub to Dom.
What separates findom from sex work?
That is a blurry line and one that can be hard to draw. The question that can probably highlight an answer is what enjoyment is be derived from the exchange? Is the submissive structuring a fantasy around a specific desire they have that just happens to include a transfer of money? Then it’s probably best defined as sex work.
In no way is that meant to denigrate sex workers or what they do and frankly there’s a bit too much of that attitude around.
But is the specific desire that ultimate submission of something valued in our society above almost all else (money)? Well then’s it’s probably closer to findom. Still, it’s only moving down the spectrum.
In my opinion; findom is when a Master doesn’t just take a slave’s cash. It’s when a Master has such control over the slaves life that it results in a permanent change of the slave’s financial path. making a slave to follow a strict budget, repairing their credit score from past mistakes, meeting financial and professional goals? That to me sounds like financial domination; the power to both destroy and create. The possibility that even if a slave and Master parts ways that a slaves life will be permanently altered by the guidance and control of that Master.
To me, that is findom.
It is really important to discover more of ourselves by exploring deep and wide into getting a better picture of whom we are. Slaves should only crave the satisfactions of the Alpha. Worship and praises are the minimum things that an ALPHA find satisfying. It only bring to the realization of the Master that a slave exist. As a matter of fact, any slave reading this is privileged to access contents that enhance its knowledge on servitude to its supreme ALPHA.
Connection must be built and felt before anything meaningful will happen.
WHO AM I?
•39yo Dom Man
•Genius Level IQ
•Educated, Successful Professional
•Hypnotist – experienced in hypnotherapy and stage h******s
•Experienced owner of online and in-person slaves
•Dark Personality
•Selfish but Sane
WHAT ARE YOU?
•sub/slave
•serious about serving
•over 18
•weak willed
•easily manipulated
WHAT DO I PROVIDE?
•int0xic8ting Alpha presence
•mental domination
•hypn0s1s and brainwashing
•slave training
•give slaves satisfaction and fulfilment
•instill slaves life with meaning
•use, abuse, and objectification
WHAT DO I EXPECT?
•know you place
•deference/respect
•honesty
•full attention
•$end
CONTACT ME NOW
Getting to know MasterTrigger has been a whirlwind—in the best possible way. I had just came back to the site, and I wasn’t planning on seeking out ownership. But after a few conversations, this fag couldn’t really help itself. Between Master’s intense dominance and incredible kindness, I was begging to be his.
(And I do apologize to the Masters to whom I said that I wasn’t looking for ownership just before I joined MasterTrigger’s stable… I really did think I meant it at the time!)
Whether he’s taking what’s his or checking in to see how my day has been, I get excited every time I hear from him, and I really do get the sense that he cares about his property and wants what’s best for it. And he also really knows how to get into a fag’s head, push all the right buttons, and leave you wanting more (or wanting to have less, so that he can have more).
I couldn't sleep due to horrible insomnia, and decided I'd write up my next blog post. Simply put, it's not easy being a dom master when you prefer the bottom role. I've come to love being verse, especially if I've got a tight twink whore riding my dick like a good bitch, but nothing beats a huge cock plunging into my sloppy dirty hole. That being said, being a bottom by nature automatically assumes a submissive persona to most men. This used to also be my way of thinking, sadly. I can admit that. I used to think it was my place to serve men and let them use me how they wish. However, something never felt right about it. I knew it was wrong, but could not place my finger on exactly what was wrong with it.
As I've gotten older and more experienced, I have learned a valuable lesson: being a master is in your self identity, not your sexual position. The idea of submitting to a bodybuilder and worshiping his massive cock sounds appealing, in theory, but my mind rejects it vehemently. "Why should I be talked down to? Who the hell does this guy think he is commanding ME?" I instinctively knew it wasn't my place. I serviced his massive mammoth cock because I wanted it. He owed his monster cock to me simply because I exist in the world. It's mine by birthright. He may be obscenely attractive, but he's beneath me. He's just a simple, normal, average person. He needs ME to service his cock and all of his pleasure is literally at my command. That is the exact moment all of the puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place and the vague image came into focus for me. I had all the clues I needed at my disposal. I just had to become curious and connect the interlocking jigsaw pieces to realize the simple truth: I am an alpha. Albeit a different kind of alpha than most, but still an alpha.
A whole new world opened up to me in that fraction of a second of realization. Enlightenment on a divine level. Fundamental, simple and nirvana-esque truth. However, this truth still alludes many in our community to this day. I have had to fight to assert my role as master on a number of occasions, simply because the sight of a big dick puts me into a stupor not unlike an animal going into heat. The fact is simply this: I want the dick, I take it. All dicks that belong to lesser beings, slaves, subs, whatever you deem to call them, belong to we alphas by default. It's our job to own them and show them that the only way they can ever truly experience pleasure, bliss, or cruelty is by our nigh-divine judgement. We are no less alphas and masters simply because we have an opposing sexual appetite. That would simply be like saying women cannot be masters over men because they have a vagina.
I like to view all alphas and masters in general as equals to one another. That's just a common courtesy I extend out of respect for each other. However, at the end of the day, there are indeed alpha masters out there who are simply better than most of us. It's just a fact of life. However, I still treat all masters equally until the inevitable locking of horns takes place and one of us comes out on top. Still, I do not submit. I may have to concede superiority over my tactics as an alpha, but I will never lower myself again to anyone unless it is my choice and a part of my master plan. To avoid this I will just evade any attempt to challenge my authority on anything and simply play a game of politics. I owe no explanation to anyone. I am my own kind of master. It may be different than your approach, and that is perfectly okay. I am a truly sadistic and evil mother fucker when I wish to be. You'd never, ever guess it by my day-to-day demeanor. I can hide my intentions fairly well. However, if a slave ever catches me in the right mood, it will wish it was never born.
So, with my mind now finally fogging with sleepy thoughts, I believe I can end this before it becomes too preachy, if it hasn't already. So I leave this post with this final question to the subs out there: are you feeling brave enough to handle me? Do you think you have what it takes to be my property, to own completely and utterly, to fully trust me with all of your income in the palm of my hands knowing full well that I could completely ruin your life, and possibly might, just because it would amuse me? I think you might. So, give me your tributes. Submit to me. It's the only natural thing in the world for you to do. You owe me simply because I am what I am, and you are.... well, you know what you are. No need for me to humiliate you further by stating it so bluntly.
Msg me for a real slave contract.
“You know a young boy like you would make me a tasty treat. I bet your ass is still fresh, and even your mouth is virgin, am I right?” he devilishly grinned.
I replied, “I never had sex with anyone.”
That was all he needed as he slowly caressed me with a finger his other hand slipped down to his pants and few seconds later he was naked from the waist down. He waved his cock at me and asked me to touch it. I did and suddenly I felt a desire like none before just as I leaned over to taste it, I blacked out.
When I awoke I was naked and tied face down over a tree trunk. I could feel a cool breeze blow into my asshole and it felt good. The man was standing just off to one side when said; “You finally awake. I waited for you to come round before I turn you inside out.”
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