Paypigs and Cash Cows

I used to be really against FinDom/mes.

I used to consider it a form of victimization, and I still do.

I used to consider it a form of humiliation and blackmail, and I still do.

I used to consider it exploitation, and I still do.

What turned me around on the whole thing is the understanding that the exploited are REACHING OUT to the Findom/mes initially. I used to be offended that the victims were willingly handing over their money to these people who would take advantage of them at every turn, until I realized that is what the clients want.

Now, I don’t view a Findom/me as any more harmful than a prosperity gospel preacher, and in some cases even less harmful. At least the Dom/me is giving something tangible back in terms of photos or a sense of satisfaction, where as prosperity gospel preachers are encouraging their flock to buy their way into a place they can’t even prove exists.

Is financial domination for me? No, but service is. Chastity is. Submission is. My lines and limits are simply different than those people desiring to have their wallets rinsed. Most f those people would never dream of having their cocks pierced or fantasize about being humiliated by their mistress, yet I do.

My lines on Findom are different now because it hit me that the Dom/mes are sitting there on Twitter posting, and the men (lets be honest, it’s typically men because we’re led by our dicks) are coming to them in veritable droves.

I can’t be mad at a Dom/me for charging a person to perform a service that they are explicitly asking for. If the men are voluntarily tributing money to the Dom/mes and buying them Starbucks, then that’s on the men.

They are choosing to be victims.

They are choosing to be humiliated and blackmailed.

They are choosing to be exploited.

Why? For the same reason I am looking forward to being pierced and or wearing a cage under my clothes. It’s a secret from those around you. It’s the idea that there’s a separate, secret life that you lead, and the people around you are oblivious in their vanilla existence.

I get it now.

It’s not for me, but I get it.