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?

Stable for new slaves

In the last weeks there was often the discussion about why so many slaves leave OF after a short time and​ if slaves join a stable too quickly. 

I have begun to think about this and will write my personal thoughts - how often it could be wrong for other people, but this should be for thinking about and maybe we can have a discussion about diffferent opinions - please feel free to write your thoughts in the comment field.

Most of the slaves want a Master who​ takes care of him, gives his life a meaning, gives him orders to fullfill and set rules - help him to make his and the life of his Master better.  

If a slave joined OF first time - they are new victims for all the slave-hunting Masters there - you have 10-20 Masters who want you to serve him, set you targets with more and more​ gifts or tips -​ a few of them have not even the deceny to write to you first before they set you a target.​ ​ 

Many of the slaves are really overwhelmed by all of this - some don´t know they can say no to a target, some don´t know how to respectfully say they don´t want to serve that Master - some completely loose control of all of this.  

Many of the slaves are burnt out within a short time and leave OF for this reason - others seek the protection of a Master and join his stable.​ ​ ​ 

Most new slaves dont know what it really means to join a stable - made the same mistake by my first try here - they are now secure from most of the other Masters and have only to concentrate on​ their new Master - but after joining a stable you go from a hundred to zero messages if you have started with more messages than you can read, to, if you are lucky, some from your Master.  

If you're lucky to find the right Master after this short time, he will take care of you and look after how you feel, he will support you and will always be there for you - if not, you are only his ATM and he will only contact you if he think he needs more money - you will be alone with this new situation and nobody will take care of you as you are a owned slave​ and most Master​ respect this and will not contact you. 

I know - many slaves know their Master previously from other sites and come to OF only for their Master (as me), many are lucky to find the perfect matching Master in a short time, but many find out after time they are not lucky - it is hard for them to leave a stable they once joined voluntarily - they must say if they were wrong with their decision or​ other people will think they are too weak for this Master, or they don't want their Master to look weak for loosing a slave.​ 

So, maybe it will help to have a trial period for 2 weeks or so to prove you're a​ good match or not, after this both could decide they will continue or it will automatically finish. (don´t know how this technical would go and how difficult it is to make) - this two weeks could be a "stable light" with lesser restrictions, maybe in this time you could make a mentorship with an experienced slave or a experienced Master the Master trusts. 

I think this could help to made new slaves stay longer on OF, maybe it would be better if more Masters would have the chance to look if a new slave is compatible with them and maybe more Masters would try to be a careful Master to their new slaves.​ 

After these two weeks, both should know what the other wants and each real Master will then set limits and restrictions for his slave as he wants and how he thinks it would work for both. 

I know - this is a FinDom site and many would think they are not here to take care of worthless slaves or cunts, many slaves don't want a caring Master, but they want a hard Master who dominates them and make them into submissive pieces of shit from the beginning - if both want this it would be possible too - the trial period should only be for knowing better what the other really wants - if both know this from beginning they should make what they want.

And a second time - many thanks to SoS for being my lector and translate my thoughts in readable english and for the support of my Master.

Frustrations and advice from a relatively new member

Frustrations I’ve found since becoming an online master vary a lot... these frustrations can oddly become quite positive and I find it quite surprising that things change and flip so quickly on here. My slaves have always been very dedicated in life and most certainly know their place, however, I’ve found that keeping a leash on them here always poses quite unusual difficulties. Slaves evidently need to know their place, however, they can’t ever get to understand what that place is if they are handed targets fives messages in or are demanded of things without adequate time. Communication and establishing a connection is fundamental for any master slave relationship. Now I’m not speaking up for them, just some of the mistakes I’ve made since coming on here.

I really like the community and feel that both masters and slaves give really good advice although some to be honest are just totally unreasonable and you’ll always have people like that.

Main advice to new masters:

Calm yourself and form connections with slaves

Don’t immediately think all slaves want you, they’re really fucking different believe me

Read a profile before you message, don’t just jump the gun and ignore that they have a master

Advice to slaves:

Try and give new masters more chance, they could be a great fit for you, just may be getting used to it

Don’t test patience too often it can result in lots of unfortunate things

Be obedient above all else, remember you are slutty little slave, don’t ever for get that

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. 

Holiday Weekend

So this is a holiday weekend in the U.S., where many people (well, those who are still employed) will have a day off tomorrow.  It's to honor the memory of those who died in military service to the country.  This year, there has been an unofficial effort to add those who have been serving the country in other ways during the pandemic.  That feels right to Me- because what's being done by medical people and others is indeed a sacrifice,  I think those who served the nation in uniform will be just fine if their "day" is shared at a time like this.

For those of U/us who remain employed and healthy, the least W/we can do is express gratitude for those who have, or are, making sacrifices right now for the common good.

Not really a FinDom message today, but there it is.. <g>

Stay safe!

Call me Sir

Master of the day May 16.   I have been a Master for more than 25 years now and have had some really good experiences. For me it's not a game. It's my way of living.  And now I am contemplating wether I should share some of my events in writing. 

Being a true and open Master means my friends and colleagues know me as the true Me. 

Some colleagues have also learned that if they ask about my night before they will get a full reply.

This is an excellent site for me. I have a lot of fun with findom and it fits my ideas of Master slave relations, but it is also just a part of all that that I am. 

My main goals are real meetings and training of a slave to become a total slave for my pleasures . 

A sexslave, workslave, cashslave, painslave, totally exposed for me, under total control of me, trained by me and molded into my idea of the perfect total slave. 

Looking for those few gems of a slave I take my time and enjoy the journey. 

I already found a good few and I am  very proud of them but got time for a couple more. 

Let me know if slave thinks it's up for the task. Up on my standard. And we'll talk 

Sir 

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

Fag master in self isolation

Is anyone else in self isolation and worried about their income from Fags?

I’m still waiting to see if I get any fag pigs to own but I’m worried that I’m this current moment in time there will be a lack of them due to the virus going around.

Is anyone scared and holding onto their Money because they can’t go to work or they feel like they’re going to need to cut back?

Do you think us masters are going to suffer due to the affects of corona virus? 

MAster not Master

People keep asking me why I always write MAster, not Master. 

All names are written with a capital letter - John, Chris, Tom...... 

In ancient times the names of kings, saints, heroes and God was written with two capital letters to honor them.

Therefore I honor Masters by always writing MAster, or their name with two capital letters.