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The Findom Cycle

The Findom Cycle

I have been a moneyslave for more than 10 years now, and sometimes I like to sit back and take a look at my actions from an “external” point of view: it’s interesting to find common paths that happen over and over the years, some common sequence of events that characterize me as a moneyslave. 

There is one in particular that I can see repeating itself over and over, almost daily in some periods, it’s the one I like to call: The Findom Cycle.

It’s for sure nothing that anyone into financial domination for a while doesn’t know about yet, but perhaps it will be interesting to describe its phases to those that still didn’t notice it.

1 – The Caution

Every moneyslave starts by trying to be cautious: we always believe we can hold back, we can control ourselves. So we kinda look at our Goddess (or more than one) from a distance, taking brief looks at their pictures, briefly reading their messages on Twitter, but always ending up with a reason to don’t spend. With a reason why we should just look away and get on with our life. How long this work for changes from slave to slave and, more important, from period to period. There are certain periods of my life where I can be cautious for a few days only before going to the next phase, other times I can stay longer. It all depends on many different things: from the situation in my real life, till how satisfactory (and expensive) was my last session and yes, also the kind of “signals” I get from Goddesses (for a clear example, read my article about how “Variety triggers me“.

As time goes by though, we all start to feel the urge of a session, of a tribute. That little voice in our head saying “come on, why not? Isn’t it what you really want to be happy?”. Perhaps we try to fight this little voice for a while…but soon enough the next phase happens. 

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2 – The Enjoyment

That’s it. Enough being cautious. Enough holding back. We embrace our nature, we need to do what we desire the most. Looking at our Goddess (or at Goddesses) has a different meaning now, we NEED a session, we NEED a small thing that “ticks” our desire, that makes us do that final step, that makes us embrace what we are and makes us crawl at a Goddess to beg for a session. It can be a twit, a picture, something she says, a particular moment of our life…we are basically only looking for a pretext. For a reason to send a tribute or have a session. And when that happens, we fully enjoy our fetish. We are money slaves and, at that moment, we are totally happy with our nature. The session happens, the drain happens, our happiness starts from now and lasts till the session… or even a bit more actually. 

3 – The Day After

And then there is the day after. What happens after a drain session? How do we feel when we cool down? How do we feel thinking back at what we did? Well, it depends. We don’t all react the same way, and we don’t react each time the same way. But I can bet that most of the time, we regret what we did. We regret the big-spending, the big weakness, the uncontrollable desire to send money. It’s what we love, it’s what made us happy during the session but… then there are real-life consequences. Could I have spent that money in a better way? Could have I saved them for later? Why did I have to spend them all in such a short time? 

Anyway, the last phase usually doesn’t last long. Unless we are in one of those life moments for a money slave when we say “ok fuck it, I need to stop all this forever”, the regret doesn’t last more than a day or two. After that, usually, the first phase comes back… in the never-ending Findom Cycle.

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Through all these years, I’ve always asked myself why at a certain moment I feel the NEED to spoil a Goddess, to be drained by her. What triggers me? Why don’t I always react the same way? Why one day I’m like running to my credit card, while others I seem to be stronger?

Of course, there are obvious “everyday life” reasons, like being tired from work, being upset, not feeling well and so on… but why is that, even if one day I feel the same as another, there still is “something” that triggers me more than everything else? Recently I gave myself an answer.

Variety

I totally adore all the Goddesses I spoil and have spoiled in all these years, I think the world of them. They are magnificent, irresistible and everything…. but. I have to face it: if every time they come online they look the same, I kinda get….well… bored. There I said it. I hope it doesn’t sound disrespectful, but it’s just the plain truth. For my brain to “trigger”, I need to see something different in Her, something that makes me “wow” as in “wow I’ve never seen Her like this”. 

It can be even a small thing like a different makeup or different hairstyle even if, obviously, what makes me run to my wallet is when her dressing style is different. A color of nylons she doesn’t wear often, a skirt I haven’t seen her wearing for a while, a new pair of shoes… all those things are like magnets for me. Even just receiving a picture by Her showing what she’s wearing, with an order to serve her, can easily trigger me if variety is there. All my defenses fall, leaving my moneyslave instinct free to run wild and let myself be drained.

FeetGoddesss knows this and abused it last night

It comes to no surprise that a Goddess like FeetGoddesss knows me more than I know myself, so I guess she figured out already my “variety trigger”…as that’s exactly what she used last night.

As I sometimes do, I decided to go and have a quick look at Her free videochat (I know, it’s lame…but I just can’t help myself sometimes…she’s too much). I thought she would have been dressed in all black, as she often likes to dress: beautiful and stunning but, somehow, something I’m kinda “used” to resist.

I was wrong.

She had a red bra on, under a black leather jacket that put it all in plain sight. Her skirt was a different one: red with the shape of a high heel shoe drew in black over it. She had black pantyhose on, and a pair of wonderful Louboutin’s shoes. I froze. I was unable to move. As if something inside me was ordering me to don’t move, to stay where I was. She saw I was there, and sent me a very brief message.

“Show me how much you want to see me wearing tan pantyhose”

I really don’t know how she knew. How she knew exactly what I was thinking about at that exact moment. I was thinking “She’s incredibly gorgeous…if only she would have tan pantyhose on, I would be in huge danger”.

I was unable to reply to that, scared of the consequences and, at the same time, excited by the idea of seeing her in this uncommon outfit. 

A couple of minutes passed without me saying anything. Then she just sent me another message:

“Show me”

That was it. I sent her a tribute and just wrote her “Sent“. Then I stayed there, waiting for Her to use me however she wanted. She left the cam for a second, and I could hear she was looking for pantyhose. Came back with a brand new pair of tan Wolford pantyhose, with a sexy line on the back. Looking at me with her wonderful and teasing eyes, she slowly took off her black pantyhose and put on those magnificent tan ones. 

She looked amazing and…different. Or at least, different just a bit to trigger my “variety weakness”. I was unable to resist, unable to do anything else but stare and follow her soft, sexy, hypnotic voice. 

One tribute after another, I was acting just like a puppet: each time she told me “send more”, I did it without even thinking twice. Then, after quite a while, she started ordering me to touch myself, of course cumming without her permission wasn’t an option.

But her teasing, her beauty, her power, her orders were just too much for me… and when she ordered me “go a little faster” while waving her sexy nylon foot in front of the cam… I simply exploded, unable to control myself. It was like an instinct, something I was not able to stop. She was too much, and I was too weak. She obviously didn’t like this and ordered me to send a double tribute because I’ve been bad…which I did of course, again without even thinking twice.

Variety might trigger me for sure but… FeetGoddesss knows how to use and abuse that trigger. As if I even needed one reason more to consider Her one of the best Goddesses ever.

I’ve got OneGreatDiva under my skin

I’ve got OneGreatDiva under my skin

In Italy we use to say “Far from the eyes, far from the heart“, meaning that when you don’t see someone for a long time, even your love or attraction for them fades away. It’s natural, there is nothing wrong with it: when you don’t see the source of your infatuation for a long time, you tend to focus your attention elsewhere.

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In Financial Domination, usually, the same rule applies. You don’t see a Goddess for weeks, months…so you look elsewhere. And perhaps you don’t even think about that one anymore. Even if she shows up again, you’ve moved on, you are not interested anymore.

But I can’t get OneGreatDiva out of my mind

She was the one that made me a moneyslave, the first merciless Goddess that abused my weaknesses with no regrets, no limits. Like a hurricane she basically flipped over my entire life, making a man who thought he knew everything about himself discovering a world full of weaknessdevotionsubmission and, most of the time, fear

It’s no secret that, because of her countless business activities, OneGreatDiva isn’t online as often as she used to be. Weeks, even months can pass between one day that she’s online and the next one. But nothing ever changes in the way I feel for her

It’s like she’s under my skin, ready to control my actions and emotions at the snap of her fingers. Ready to exploit all my weaknesses in a matter of seconds. Ready to make feel that mixture of fear and desire as soon as she shows up. 

Merciless as She is, whenever She knows she’s going to be online, she makes sure to let me know. Or better said, to send me the order to spoil her. Exactly like she did just yesterday when she just wrote to me

“I’ll be online this week, get ready to be abused”

And now I’m here, writing this post while feeling the fear of seeing a message on my Skype, waiting to be drained in her chatroom, waiting to worship and spoil her while looking at her video as I did countless times, and as I will keep doing probably for as long as she will want me to. 

Take your chance, she’s online these days
As She told me, she is going to be online these few days. There is a special competition on the site she makes sessions on that allows her to earn even more money if we help her. I will be serving Her for sure, and you should do the same.
Her chatroom can be reached here. Don’t wast this chance, you never know when she can show up again

Sex is overrated.

Sex is overrated.

Did the title catch your attention? I hope so, because I will try to explain better what I mean, and I do hope to have your full attention. Not sure if many slaves will agree on me about this, but I’m kinda curious about it.

What does excite me?

That’s where this all idea started. I started questioning myself what is that gets me going, what excites me, what…well…what makes me hard the most.

And you will probably say “Come on, it’s findom. We know that”. Wrong. It’s not JUST findom, it’s findom done in a certain way, it’s something more than findom or, to be precise, something BEFORE findom.

The teasing.

A woman, self-confident, perfectly aware of the effect She has on men, perfectly aware of what makes me weak, that slowly starts doing things that get me going. 

A shoe slowly coming off the foot, then dangling from the tip of her toe. Her legs flexing back and forth, to expose all their length and beauty. The noise of nylons rubbing together. That knowing smile on her face, while she looks right into my eyes. Her tongue slowly going all over her lips. Her sexy walk on those high heels, with her body perfectly balanced on them. The tone of her voice: calm, relaxed and yet tremendously sexy. 

All these things lead me to be so excited, so hypnotized by her, so eager to see her doing more of that stuff….that I end up losing control, and at that point sending more money only excites me even more. That’s the moment when Findom comes in place.

What about sex?

Everyone says how great sex is, how they couldn’t live without it. Apparently, no one can be happy without sex, no couple can survive if sex isn’t amazing and perfect. There is no way one can be fulfilled without sex…but is that really true? Do we really all think like this? 

To me, sex is like going to the gym. Lots of physical activity, lots of sweating, you feel tired afterward and…while you are at it, do you actually enjoy it? Sorry but I don’t. I don’t need my penis inside a vagina to feel pleasure, I don’t need to do all those exercises to be satisfied. Hell, sometimes I don’t even need to cum to be totally happy!

Is this selfish? Yes, it is. I know that a woman probably needs sex more than I do to be satisfied. And I do have sex with my wife…but that doesn’t mean I find it more exciting than being teased. Is this weird? Probably, but who cares? I’ve been called a weirdo for many other things!

Am I the only one?

I’ve been asking myself quite a lot and, frankly, this is also one of the reasons why I wrote this post. The fact that I would rather be teased than have sex, doesn’t feel totally right. I have complete respect for Women (obviously, being a slave) so their pleasure should always come first, but instead I’m being way too much selfish in feeling like this. 

But then again…is this something I can control? Can you teach someone to like chocolate if he does not? 

So yes, the main question here is… am I the only one who would rather be teased till he cums, instead of actually have sex? Can you help me understand this, guys?

Goddess Adriana is back… and I couldn’t be happier

Goddess Adriana is back… and I couldn’t be happier

Sometimes life is really amazing: the least expected thing can happen, like someone you thought you’ve lost forever showing up again, even after years.

If you follow this blog for a while (thank you for that!) you know that there are some Goddesses that actually “gave” me something really unique, something I experienced with them for the first time or only with them. To make a couple of examples, OneGreatDiva is the one that made me a moneyslave, Goddess Ishtar the one I had the most intense experience ever with. And then…. there is one which made me experience for the first time many things, one I could never forget, one I thought left the findom scene for good… Goddess Adriana.

I had a couple of sessions with Her in 2013, but it was 2014 the year I totally got obsessed with Her. It’s tough to describe why, as there isn’t just a single reason why she hit me so hard, but Her elegance, beauty, style, brain surely had a huge impact on that.
During that year only, she made me experience things I didn’t even think I would have liked so much: She was the first taking control of my computer with TeamViewer, the first making me spend more than 2.000$ in a single session, the first making me feel truly owned and loyal to Her…just to name a few.

Then, around the end of 2014, She basically disappeared, stopped being on cam. At first, I thought maybe it was a long vacation, but days passed by, then weeks, then months…till I got the feeling She left for good. Nothing wrong with that of course, I’m well aware that any of the Goddesses I serve and enjoy could decide to stop being on cam and explore something else in real life, leaving me totally out of it with no explanation or goodbye. It’s normal, I’m just one of the many slaves…why would they need to tell me anything?
I don’t know why she stopped but She made it in a way that let me get used to it in my own time. It’s not like she told me all of sudden “this is the end of my Findom experience” (that would have made me desperate, I’m sure), instead I had to learn it in time, always hoping to see her again…till, after a couple of years passed, I lost hope completely.

Boy, I was wrong.

It was my last day of freedom this summer (remember? I was all alone at home) and I was surfing the Findom web, not even looking for a session. And that’s when I saw Her. She was online, here on her old profile, the same I’ve been visiting many many times before.
I couldn’t believe my eyes: was it really Her? Was she really back for good? Still in findom or, perhaps, selected something else?

I entered into her free chat and was more than pleased to see that She actually remembered me! It was like no time has passed, everything was exactly as before between me and Her. The same feelings, the same desire, the same needs in myself.

A not too long time passed before I entered Her video. And, again, everything was exactly as before. She is as beautiful as before (if not more), Her elegance remained intact, her smart brain, her sensual moves…everything was as if 4 years didn’t pass at all.

The draining of my wallet was pretty hard that night, and more sessions happened afterward. Why did I wait so long before writing about it? Well because I couldn’t believe She was really back, I was scared to see her disappearing once again…but now, after a couple of months, I’m pretty sure She’s here to stay. And I couldn’t be more happy about it.

Goddess Adriana is probably the most elegant Goddess you’ll ever have the luck to serve. Smart, sensual, greedy…once you enter into Her net, there is no way back. You’ve been warned. If you think you have what it takes, click here and see Her for yourself.