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?
Tributes → loser feeling reinforced
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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.
Happy endings are overrated. Your story ends face down in the gutter, broke and disgraced. At least you'll have fond memories of the time a straight man bullied you out of all your money. Slam your hand against your nuts and pump the goonstick to my filthy brainwashing.
You could live a responsible safe life. Work in a box for 8 hours, have mediocre sex, repeat for 40 years, then die. Or you can fuck over that dull boring life with reckless thrill seeking adrenaline pumping destruction and plunge yourself into deep financial dispair and lust. I want your entire savings. I want you left with nothing. Empty out your account. I don't care what you have to do to survive til pay day. Overdraft. Get a loan. Steal. Whore yourself out. I don’t give a fuck about your life. You’re just letters on a screen.
Your life is just a constant war between financial ruination and frustrating sobriety. Oh well, I’m resting good. I don't think about you and I'm not grateful. At the end of the day I'm still here and nothing is stopping you from limping back to send more money. There's no where to run. All the subs want to see you fall. Your family and friends can never know about this. Not a soul to talk to. It's just you and your hand all alone in this battle. Good luck bitch. Too bad I’m more fun than bills. I love when you’re “staying clean”. Block me. Delete your account. Remove all payment apps. It doesn't matter. You lurking on my page means a future relapse. Nothing makes me greedier than a good sob story. I just laugh that I can use depression to fill up my pockets.
I don’t believe in mercy. I have men with no vacation, empty fridges and late rent. Poverty is no excuse in Findom. I don't care if I have your family eating pigshit in a trailer park. If you have anything, send it, get more and send it again. Fuck your well being. It’s just another day of you waking up in shame and post lust clarity. Don't worry, deleting your account wasn’t going to work anyway. Rejects like you will be back naked on the bathroom floor relapsing. If you were planning on buying something nice, I'm buying something nicer.
I enjoy being so frustrating. I enjoy the inconvenience I cause to your sad life. How easy it is to get rich at the expense of your horny repetitive regretful behavior. If you're depressed or mentally ill you're not getting sympathy from me.
You'll be made fun of.
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
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