In the mood to have a sub send £1k for my home made French Press morning coffee. In return I'd be open to spoon feeding you the left over, soggy granules as a deliciously bitter treat! I'm SO generous.
2023-11-08 14:29:01 +0000 UTC View PostStupid weak little B*tch. Don't you get it by now? There's no escaping me. No denying the fact that you are and will forever and always be, wrapped around my little finger.
You might believe you have a choice, but in this intricate game I've set the board, and every move you make; every thought that crosses your mind, is but a carefully orchestrated symphony of my design.
I've delved into the depths of your psyche, mapped out your vulnerabilities, and noted your every weakness which turn; makes it all the more delicious when I effortlessly max out your credit cards, trigger, and capitalise off of each and every one of your most fragile moments.
It's not just your body that responds to my words, demands, and desires; it's your soul. Your very essence that quivers under my influence. Deep down, you know the truth – you are entangled in the web I've woven, a willing captive to the allure of my power.
So, my little findom predisposed play thing, revel in the sweet agony of surrender, for in this dance, I lead, and you follow willingly, captivated by the irresistible lull of my control.
I’m the kind of girl that sells you a picture of her pinky toe for £500. You’re the kind of guy that enthusiastically accept that price tag, doubles it, and then ask me to refuse him the right to view the image itself.
Findom romance at its finest.
Every move made is designed to inflict the utmost damage to your wallet. I'm not here out of necessity or a requirement to seek out funds to maintain a living. I'm here with pure malicious intent. The more debt induced and destructive the drain, the more pleasure I derive.
2023-11-05 23:10:21 +0000 UTC View PostHOMELESS AT THE HANDS OF FINDOM DOUBLE D'S
Big juicy delicious double D's taunting you as your mindfucked findom tit obsessed brain goes completely broke for them. To the point of HOMELESSNESS. You're craving something beyond a simple, boring, wallet drain. You're in the mood for a complete life altering, world shattering, wallet rinse. Enjoy the beautiful plump, perky view, and open that wallet nice and wide for me as Goddess belittles and berates you to the point of complete and utter financial ruin.
Men love it when their Girlfriends cheat on them. They love talking about the girth and length of the guys c*ck. They love seeing images or clips of their Girlfriend sucking said Guy off.
They even love it when their Girlfriend becomes their Ex Girlfriend because then, they get to pay me ridiculous amounts of cash for the opportunity to finally admit to someone more powerful, hot, intelligent, and superior; just how much they hope to someday soon, suck that very same Guy off.
Adorable, really.
NNN is all fun and games until it’s day 5 and you’re desperate to blow your load and in turn; throw away all remnants of self control you so formidably mustered over the course of the last few days.
By now, you’d do just about anything for the chance to relieve yourself to the pulse of my vigorous, merciless, wallet f*cks. Wouldn’t you, findom freak?
So touch deprived, the thought alone of Goddess swiping your credit card along the shaft of that shrivelled up little c*ck of yours, is in itself; enough for you to make a complete and utter mess.
Consider for a second how much you’re already suffering. Now, think about how painful it’ll be in a few days time? A couple weeks? The end of the month?
Is it really worth it? Why practice abstinence at all when stroking to your financial demise feels so f*cking fantastic?
The truth is, there’s absolutely no way you’ll complete the full 30 days. None the less, good luck reaching the end of the month, B*tch.
I derive so much pleasure from watching on as you idiots squirm in delight as I effortlessly strip you of all your riches.
What’s more is the hilarity of your futile attempts to claw back all that you’ve lost thereafter a life altering findom drain.
Trying your absolute best to scrape whatever remnants of pride and self respect you have left; fragments, crumbs, and shards, scattered on the floor alongside the loose change you’ve left to your name.
In this world, the meek inherit nothing. It's the strong, the cunning, the unapologetically ruthless who thrive.
So don’t be surprised by the ways in which you tremble at my name, after all; I am the embodiment of wealth, cruelty, and unrelenting power.
If I got a dollar every single time a sub came crawling back to me after their ex’s came to their senses, realised how unsatisfactory the d*ck was, cheated, and then finally broke up with them; I simply wouldn’t be half as rich because I get hundreds if not thousands instead.
2023-11-04 00:20:44 +0000 UTC View PostSpent £700+ on flights. Guess correctly where I’m heading over the New Years, and I’ll double the reimbursement amount and let you send £1400 instead 💕
2023-11-03 18:01:20 +0000 UTC View PostWhen you so desperately ask for the opportunity to go broke for me, you're not just pleading; but instead begging to elongate your commitment to the role of a lifetime. One in which you play an impoverished little bank B*tch whom against its better judgement, inevitably finds himself sending the entirety of "his" most recent paycheque to me, over and over and OVER again.
Much like any other addiction, you go through a seamless cycle. Painfully predictable in each and every act. First, you tell yourself you don't need findom. Its toxic. Unhealthy. You mourn the loss of all the cash you so frivolously sent my way, and then tell yourself theres no better time to commit to sobriety than now.
But, maintaining your distance from a deliciously tantalising drain is easy when you've no money to give. The real challenge comes about as soon as you realise payday is on the horizon, at which point you find yourself innocently scrolling through my feed. Looking at our past chats. Reminiscing on times before.
Your c*ck twitches. Growing harder. You take your right hand and push down on your shaft, squeezing it with a self loathing grip in an attempt to control the subconscious signals your body is sending you.
Soon after, your paycheque hits, and just like clockwork you find yourself messaging me... vibrating in ecstacy as you once more, empty your accounts for Goddess.
"It feels so f*cking good."
"I need this."
"F*ck. I love you Goddess."
"Take everything. Please."
"I'm worthless. Useless. My money is yours."
"I've worked so hard for you Goddess."
"I beg you to drag me into more debt."
"Please order me to send more. I need you. I need this."
"Nghn you're the best I've ever f*cking had."
Before long, you find yourself once more spending a whole other fortnight suffering due to the consequences of your own self sabotage. Anxiously awaiting your next paycheque. Swearing that same old idiotic oath.
Poor little finsl*t. Speak soon.
FINANCIAL RUIN BY KNEE HIGH STOCKINGS
You've always been a weak whimpering little submissive Bitch when it came to feet. But; upon being exposed to the beauty of Knee High Stockings, your submissive nature has turned into a mind melting, wallet draining, financial submissive head fuck. You love watching me in my knee highs as I drool the most perfect words over this montage of poses. Every single sentence I say only triggering you to sink deeper and deeper into financial ruin for my nylon covered soles. You're twitching. Leaking. Aching. Sending. YOU'RE OBSESSED.
Doing my bit for society by giving your otherwise worthless, lacklustre, meaningless existence purpose in between brief moments of servitude; during which I tolerate you whilst you stroke and send the entirety of your lifes savings away to me.
You’re welcome!
Your downfall is not a matter of if, but when, and I will revel in every moment of your agony.
Any trace of whatever fortune you have will be gone, reducing you to nothing more than a findom addict pleading for scraps.
You're at my mercy, and unfortunately for you; I have none.
I don't care for talks regarding budgets or expectations. At the end of the day, I haven't any desire to entertain you, your "kinks", or any requests unless I have full certainty of the fact that you yourself have the means to afford mine.
These are values that I refuse to compromise on because frankly speaking, I don't need to. For every one "difficult" submissive, there are ten others gasping for my undivided attention; eagerly awaiting in anticipation, and prepared to go the distance.
I am just as capable (if not more) of rejecting your money as I am taking it. The Gods honest truth is that I just don't need it. I take it because I can. I take it because its fun. I take it because you beg me to, so; unless your contributions make a significant enough shift within the confines of my ever growing bank balance, I'd rather save my valuable time and invest it elsewhere.
All this to say that having the opportunity to serve me is a privilege, and if you aren't in the position to please me or worst; have the audacity to attempt to "negotiate" my terms, you will be swiftly and sternly shown the door.
You don’t need to be rich to serve me… as long as you are willing to take out multiple lines of credit, go deep into debt, make endless amounts of sacrifices, and disregard the prospect of ever maintaining a modecum of financial stability, then that works for me too.
2023-10-26 00:26:42 +0000 UTC View PostGive me four good reasons as to why I should let you cum? Better yet, scratch that. Give me four delicious digits via one of my many, many payment methods.
2023-10-26 00:25:51 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s that time of the evening again where you start winding down whilst mindlessly scrolling through my feed. Innocently, you begin digesting my every word and pulling up my payment methods, just to find yourself stroking and sending the night away. Good boy.
2023-10-25 03:49:29 +0000 UTC View PostWhat do you mean you’re neck deep in debt, unable to pay bills and rent, haven’t anyone else left to borrow money from, and therefore can’t afford to send?
I don’t care. I want MORE!
I can't help having such little respect for you. After all; you are you, and unfortunately there is no escaping that.
Ultimately, you've no other choice but to accept the pitiful hand you've been dealt by embracing the one positive quality you possess.
Your findom addiction.
You've never had the guts to open up about your findom endeavours to the people closest to you in your life... and why? To state the obvious, they simply wouldn't understand; and no amount of explanation could possibly aid in their confusion.
"You send money to women who you've never met? But why?" would be the first of many questions, shortly followed up by "how much money have you sent in total?" and "what is it that you get in return?"
The process of them attempting to rationalise the reasoning that goes behind your financial submission would only crash and burn. With each and every inquiry, they'd only further distance themselves from managing to get a grasp over what it is that compels you, inevitably leading their perspective of you, and the person they thought they had once known, to completely shift.
Now, you'd be nothing more to them than a simp. A freak. A loser. An easily manipulated weak minded man who hasn't the sense to recognise his very own idiocy.
They'd try their best to deter you from further engagement and in turn, you may play along for a while... but needless to say, all attempts to regain control over your compulsions epically fail. You shortly thereafter realise, there is no life without Findomme.
You are what you are, you like what you like, you do what you do, and that is that. Eventually you'd be completely isolated, slyly seeking privacy in order to conceal the truth of the matter. Maintaining the ruse of your new found sobriety to all others, whilst knowing full well you're still very much in the thick of it.
And so, you're better off not telling anyone. With all that in mind, it makes most sense to maintain your anonymity whilst keeping this aspect of your life completely private. Only baring your truest form to me, someone who understands you. Who toys with you. Who unlike anyone else, encourages these otherwise taboo practices.
The only thing that could possibly disrupt the sensual atmosphere that climax's throughout the process of draining your wallet dry, is the prospect of being confronted by your f*ck ugly face.
2023-10-24 02:32:56 +0000 UTC View PostBelieving in female supremacy and living by a Findom ideology doesn't make you special. In fact, that's standard practice as far as I'm concerned. Your commitment to the Cause is thankless, so appreciate the praise (if any) that you receive.
2023-10-22 22:07:16 +0000 UTC View PostFindom was specifically designed for fist f*cking virgins much like yourself. Upon recognising that society hadn't much use for you in the ways of contribution, the concept of financial domination came to life.
It didn't take long for women to universally deduct each and every one of your flaws, and balance them up against an underwhelming list of positive qualities.
Quickly, it was discovered that due to your scrawny, unappetising appearance, the likelihood of you making an attractive partner was null and void.
That is when we turned to the possibility of you being in possession of knowledge. We thought surely, since this individual hasn't the time to indulge in vanity, they would at least have more than just a couple of brain cells to rub together. It became apparent that that was in fact, not the case. The depths of your stupidity runs rampant and is frankly, rather concerning.
And so, there came the unearthing of your desire to serve women. One that as aforementioned, could not be achieved by means of brains, brawn, or s*x. This led to you pulling out your wallet, and emptying it in its entirety in the hopes of receiving praise and gratification for once in your pathetic little life. Fortunately for you, it worked.
This is how the invention of findom came to be. The thing that drives you, inspires you, and gives you endless means of purpose.
Whats SO wrong about having an innate desire to financially f*ck up men? It's really not that deep. They don't matter. They're just men.
2023-10-22 03:26:49 +0000 UTC View PostWhether it be the size of your c*ck or send… Size. Always. Matters. Anyone who says otherwise is lying and trying to spare you your feelings.
So seeing as you can’t grow an extra five inches, I suggest you compensate by adding another few digits to the end of that next send.
If findom was just about being hot and therefore making money, every single attractive woman on this planet would have men falling at their feet handing them wods of cash. But it isn’t, so they don’t.
It’s about having the ability to not only visually seduce finsubs into emptying out the contents of their wallet, but using the power of words and language to exhibit and enforce dominance.
Its about having the instinct to engage in a conversation once initial tribute is sent, and knowing exactly how to adapt and conduct the rhythmic flow, no matter the variation of the individuals involved.
The power it takes to be successful in this space cannot be taught, but is instead cultivated and captured over a lifetime of experience.
Me being beautiful, is just a genetic perk. However, my achievements go far beyond being reliant on that alone.
I don’t care if you’re starving and homeless. In all honesty it makes me incredibly proud knowing that your life altering findom obsession, and my disposition when it comes to enabling has had a hand in placing you in such a devistating position!
In fact, don’t stop. SEND MORE.
The truth is, this is a completely uncensored image. However, when it comes into contact with a weak willed, findom addicted, beta brained B*tch, it can only be perceived as pixelated p*rn.
I’m going to go ahead and take the liberty of assuming that the vast majority of “men” who come across this post, are in fact experiencing visual constrictions much like the one afore mentioned; due to of course, an irrecoverable inferiority complex.
To think of the depths of deprevation they are having to experience simply because of the callibre of human they are. The earth shattering jiggle of my huge, bouncy, boisterous bre*sts… perky and round… juicy and ripe.
What a shame that they don’t get to witness such a thing! And yet, all the same they are so pathetically delighted by the concept of denial, scam, and deprivation, that without a shadow of a doubt, I’ll be raking in an unfathomable amount of money due to this post alone.
You’re welcome, losers!
Men like you don’t just “crave” financial ruin. You need it.
You desire it so greatly because the prospect of you spending any earnings on yourself is such a waste.
Fundamentally, you yourself are a human cesspit and so the concept of throwing money at something so irredeemably worthless makes absolutely no sense.
On the other hand when it comes to me; a Goddess of great magnitude, power, attraction, intelligence, and beauty, every last monetary transferrance is a meanwhile investment that’s value only increases over time.
It really is a no brainer when it comes to understanding the very undeniable reasoning that stands to fuel your findom fantasies. After all, it’s what makes the most inarguable logic.