More than one month passed since the end of July when my 40 days of total freedom (home alone) finally ended. I’ve spent a lot during those days, that’s no secret. What I still didn’t tell you, it’s whom I’ve spent them with…although I’m sure you can kinda guess it.
One of them (because you know… I’m not loyal) has been the magnificent Goddess Ambra.
She took the chance of those days to show me, once again, how incredible her beauty and power are, draining all my energies (and money) more than once during those days.
Of course, it’s not like She intentionally waited for those days and then contacted me to drain me…but it just happened. Being free as I was, I was craving to serve Her once again… and that’s what happened. I was lucky enough to be able to spoil Her properly on a few occasions.
I still have vivid memories of all the sessions we had, since each one of them has been special, intense and satisfying. Not even ONCE I found myself regretting what I did with Her, Not even ONCE I woke up the morning after thinking “damn, I was an idiot last night, spending that much online”.
She DESERVES it all.
And I’m not just saying it…I mean it. She uses all her incredible skills each time, She never leaves things behind, She never looks somewhere else or is not focused on the session. When you are with Her, there is no escape. There is no way you can hope She will stop torturing you while smoking a cigarette or taking a break in any way. She will always be all over you, always using Her power, constantly teasing, denying, torturing, demanding… no stop.
One session with Her is probably one of the most intense experiences you can have on cam. She gives all herself in those sessions, you feel like she is there focused on destroying you totally: nothing else is on her mind, nothing else can distract her.
She enjoys what she does, She even gets excited at times during a session…and no, she’s not faking it. I have enough experience to tell when a Goddess is faking it or feeling the excitement of the moment.
And when it comes to Her beauty…I don’t even know where to start from. Perfection is the word when it’s about Her: from Her beautiful eyes to Her perfectly shaped feet. From Her fantastic ass to Her wonderful boobs. Every inch of Her body expresses beauty, sensuality, power.
Last but not least, of course, another of the things that drives me crazy about Her it’s her genuine, deep, unstoppable passion for nylons. She has only the best quality ones, I never saw a run on her stockings or pantyhose, never saw her wearing cheap nylons. Always the best, and most of the time Wolford, as I think she has a specific passion for those. To my eyes, this is something to go CRAZY about.
Goddess Ambra is exceptional and serving her was (and always is) a true privilege. If you want to do the same, click here and visit her cam page… you won’t regret it.
Remember when I wrote that I was going to be alone for more than one month? At that time I was looking forward to it, defining it “dangerous and exciting“.
That month ended at the end of July… care to know how was it? If you don’t, stop reading and move on because that’s what this post is about! If not…let’s have a look together at what I learned during this month of “freedom”.
Being alone is EXPENSIVE
This is kinda obvious, and I surely expected that. I’ve spent nearly 2.000$ this month, one of my most expensive months so far. When you are home alone, you have all the chances in the world to go for a session. No one can stop you, no one can limit you, no one can catch you. Least that can happen is…spending a lot. And yes, it happened.
Being alone brings MISTAKES
This is connected to the point above: you have so much freedom, so much chances to go and have sessions that, especially at the beginning, you throw money in the trash. It has been a while since I felt angry after a session…but I sure did after one I had last month. As soon as it finished (kinda expensive too) I started feeling angry with myself, regretting all the money I’ve spent, thinking whom I could have spent them with and have a WAY better time. Because ok chances to have a session were endless but…money was not!
Being alone makes you SLEEPLESS
Damn, I never slept LESS than I did last month! At one point I was almost like a zombie… in front of a computer screen till VERY late at night, every night. Always on Twitter, Camsites… everywhere Findom was, I was. For many hours a day. Was it a good decision? Hell NO! Lacking sleep made me enjoy even less the free time I had. So that was the worst decision ever!
Being alone is FUN
At the end of the day, all those bad things apart, I damn had a nice time (especially online of course). I needed that. Be able to do whatever I wanted, at whenever I wanted, for however long I wanted. Damn, it felt good! Having a session without being scared of someone hearing me or catching me, without having to think about the noise I made. Just logging on, having fun. That’s all!
Being alone is SAD
This came at the end of this long month… like last few days. I started missing my wife A LOT. Of course, we’ve been in touch a lot through WhatsApp, Skype and so on…but holding her in my arms, talking to her during lunch and dinner…well…that’s priceless and I did start missing all that A LOT. That’s also why I didn’t even think of having a session ever since she got back. Of course, I will (very soon lol)…but these days all I wanted was to enjoy her company. Be with her and happy with her. Findom wasn’t part of my life at all (apart from the casual twit now and then).
All in all, it has been a rough month. The longest period I’ve ever been alone since I got married. Don’t know if or when it will happen again but… It surely was fun 🙂
It surely isn’t the first time that I’m home alone, but the feeling never changes, the results never change. My wife left me alone till the end of July: I am now home alone.
Remember the movie with Macaulay Culkin, “Home Alone“? Well…somehow it’s the same. He starts being totally happy and excited about it, being able to do everything he wants, whenever he wants. Then… he discovers the risks of being alone: people trying to enter his house to steal stuff and money.
In a way… I feel kinda the same. I am now able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Online and offline. No limits, no pressure, no second thoughts. But I also feel…totally vulnerable.
The chances of being online with the right privacy were not that much till a few days ago, somehow protecting me from spending too much… now it’s totally the opposite. I always have privacy, I can always do whatever I want… in a few words… I’m an easy target.
How am I supposed to resist if a Goddess comes to me giving orders, teasing me as She knows I’ll fall? No way I can escape, no way I can say no… I don’t want to, actually.
The result of all this? Well… I suppose I will see at the end of July when the wife will come back…a quick look at my bank account will probably answer this question pretty fast… meanwhile… all I can do is… enjoy these days.
Today, 1st May of 2019, marks my first 10 years into Financial Domination.
10 years ago today, OneGreatDiva showed me what it means to be a moneyslave. She took out from me what probably has been hidden inside myself for a long, long time.
Had a session with Her for three nights in a row, and in each of them, She made me fall deeper and deeper into Financial Domination. It was a few months later that I decided to open this blog, believing it would help me stop and forget about it: boy I was wrong.
Financial Domination is a part of who I am, a quite big part. I can’t stay without it, as I would feel sad and unsatisfied otherwise. All I can do is try my best to keep it under control so that people I love around me don’t get affected.
And I am doing just about fine at the moment: finding a balance between my financial domination “needs” and my family ones. A balance I always stick to (with a few exceptions).
10 years in numbers
Another “fetish” of mine are statistics and data: I like to keep track of everything, including my Financial Domination experience. As you all know, on this page I keep track of all my spending but… how about some more data?
It has been now 3.652 days since I started in Financial Domination, and in all this time I had 1.557 online sessions, for a total of 34.392 minutes spent with those beautiful Goddesses.
As I’m guessing you all know, I had just one real-life session (this one with Goddess Ishtar of course) and I’m afraid I can’t tell you how much it really lasted…because She is so gorgeous that I totally lost track of time (and money…actually).
How many Goddesses did I serve? Well, it would be improper to say that I’ve really served all those I’ve paid a visit to (many times I visited them only once, and left unsatisfied)…but I can tell you that I visited 444 different Goddesses in these 10 years. And you all know which Goddesses I really served and spoiled for good, as I spoke about them over here.
And yes…there is one number I’ve left out so far. In the end, Financial Domination is (mostly) about spending money, and You all know I’m not shy to admit how much I spend. So I got the total from all my spendings.
In 10 years in Financial Domination, I’ve spent 174.137$
I don’t know if it’s too much or not, and I honestly don’t care. I know I didn’t make any harm to the people I love for this, I know I was a good moneyslave to many Goddesses, and I know I’m working my ass off in order to keep my Financial Domination fetish alive.
It has been 10 years, and I’m quite sure it won’t stop anytime soon. Financial Domination is a part of who I am.
One of the Goddesses I’ve been serving for a really long time, MsClassy never stops giving us more reasons to serve Her: let me explain to you what I mean.
A few days ago I had the privilege to see some new pictures MsClassy took at a photoshooting: needless to say, I nearly lost ability to breath.
Always thought Her beauty is somehow unique and uncomparable to others, and these pics only confirm that. She’s elegant, beautiful, powerful, seducing…and every picture shows exactly that.
Besides that, there is also something important about Her: She’s using a new chathost name on CamContacts: MsSupreme.
If you follow my alerts on Twitter or this site, you won’t have any problems in reaching Her (since you don’t even need to know her chathost name), but if you don’t well… be sure to click here, visit her profile and bookmark it. You don’t want to miss Her, do you?
Finally…Her special day is approaching. April 16th will be Her birthday, and surely that’s a perfect chance to show how much we adore Her. Everyone loves to get gifts on a birthday…and Goddesses are no different. So just be sure to do something special for Her, You know She deserves it right?
Seems like life is full of surprises and, sometimes, the least expected ones are the most beautiful ones.
As I wrote a while back, I’m not in a very good period for my financial domination spendings: real life problems are limiting my ability to spend and, obviously, to enjoy my fetish at it’s full extent.
Being in this situation, I really never expected to have some great experiences (although I did, as you know if you follow my blog), but even less to have the ability to actually find a new Goddess I would go crazy about.
That’s because, usually, less money means… no way to get the attention of a Goddess you’ve never been in touch with.
Unless… She’s too much for you to resist. And no matter what your financial situation is, you’ll do ALL in your power to spend and get her attention.
That’s EXACTLY what happened to me with Goddess Ambra.
It was a night from few months ago, one of the usual nights. I was alone, I was tired after work, I was looking at my Twitter feed.
I honestly don’t know who shared a post from Her Twitter…but I do remember that as soon as I saw it, I was totally hooked.
It was from one of her videos: she was driving a slave crazy while being dressed in just a pair of pantyhose and a bra. The whole scene was magnificient…She was magnificient.
I literally jumped into her Twitter stream, looking at one picture after another. Her magnificent body, her green eyes, her true passion for nylons. I was out of my mind already.
Needless to say, I was desperate to see her in cam. Desperate to feel the power of a Woman so beautiful on my brain. Desperate to see what I would have done under her control.
But it didn’t happen for a few days. She’s of course very busy (and surely I didn’t think I was the only one running after Her), so I had to wait my turn. Of course after having sent a first tribute, just to let Her know I was serious.
And then, a week or so after that, it happened. She allowed me to see Her live.
Let me save yourself from the waiting: Yes, it was a magnificient session. More than I could ever imagine for a first session with a Goddess.
It’s like She could read my mind… She knew what would have drove me crazy, and She wasn’t afraid of using it to get more and more from me. She was so sensual, so aware of Her beauty, so aware of the power She could have on me. Every move, every little talk, every look was perfectly aimed to get me under her Power. And so I was. Unable to go away, unable to think of anything else but Her.
I quickly learned that She has a genuine and deep passion for nylons, specifically for Wolfords. As I do. And what also really hit me was her incredible beauty: green eyes, long black hair, an ass to die for (literally), and probably the most attractive feet I’ve seen since a very long time.
When the session ended, I was left with the feeling only a few Goddesses managed to leave me with:pure happiness.
Drained? Of course I was…but I didn’t care. I knew I had spent more than I should have done, considering the period…but I didn’t care. It was worth it, because I was happy. Happy to have met Her. Happy to have been able to spoil Her as She deserves.
Needless to say, that was just the first session… Because I’m hooked now. And there is no way I can be without Goddess Ambra now. And if you don’t believe my words…click here and see her Live. Trust me, you’ll agree on everything I wrote here. Everything.
I’ve been writing on this blog for about 8 years now, basically ever since I discovered my Financial Domination fetish. And In all this time, everything always happened online. Cam sessions with some of the most beautiful women I could ever dream to meet in real life, from the comfort of my home, behind the safety of my computer “power off” button.
One of the Goddesses I’ve been serving for the longest time is, by no doubts, Goddess Ishtar. I had my first online session with Her in September 2010: from then on, countless times She has been raping my wallet. Countless times She scared the hell out of me with Her incredible power. Countless times I’ve been dreaming, one day, to finally be at her feet. In real. Well, last week it happened.
I met Her and experienced Her beauty and power in person.
It all started about 2 weeks ago when we were in a session and She told me She was going away for about a week. To my surprise, I discovered She would have been in the same city of me, as I was planning a business trip in the same European city.
At first, I was full of doubts, didn’t even know if proposing to meet Her or not…but, as usual, She was smarter than me. She noticed the desire in me and played on it. With Her incredible beauty, She convinced me to meet Her in a matter of minutes. But, of course, it wouldn’t have been free.
She told me She very rarely meet slaves, and only because I have been serving Her for so long She would consider this. But I had to make it worth it. And that’s when I started doing what a moneyslave is supposed to do. I started sending Her money. But this time the feeling was more intense than usual because I had a goal in mind, I had a dream just very very close… I had to catch it. And She knew all this.
After I sent Her about 6000$, She agreed to a meeting.
We didn’t set lots of details, as She said She didn’t want to be bothered with a scheduled. It would have happened, I just wouldn’t know exactly when.
My business trip started, and all I could think about was meeting Her. I kept looking at my phone constantly, waiting to see a message from Her. Waiting for Her to tell me when and how we would have met. And then it happened.
Followed by a google maps link to a very famous nightclub in the city.
It was early afternoon. But I had to leave the meeting I was having. Too excited, too anxious, too happy. I spent the whole afternoon just thinking about that moment, just trying to imagine what it would have happened, how she would have approached me, what she would have given me the pleasure of doing for Her.
At 11pm I arrived at the place, went in, got myself a drink, and took a look around. I couldn’t see Her. I decided to sit down on a place from where I could see the entrance, hoping to see Her coming in pretty soon.
After about 20 minutes, I saw her. And I can’t describe you how I felt. I was as excited as anyone can be, for a few long moments I even had trouble breathing. She has been in my dreams for 8 years. I have been fantasizing about Her for all this time, day after day…and finally She was here. Walking towards me slowly and with a beautiful knowing smile in her face.
She had a yellow top, a black leather skirt, black nylons (Wolford, as I discovered later) and black high heels. Beautiful and perfect.
She arrived at where I was sitting (well, standing now, of course) and gave me Her hand for a very friendly handshake.
“So we finally meet, are you ok? You seem a bit nervous”
To that, she added a nice smile, which actually contributed to making me relax a bit.
Time passed by without any reference to domination. We had a few drinks (well I had more than her, as She told me She doesn’t like to drink), talked about general stuff, smiled..almost like two friends. She probably noticed I was too nervous, and tried to calm my down. And She totally succeeded in it. After half an hour or so, I was feeling really really nice. Relaxed, happy… in heaven.
Then everything got spectacular. Out of the blue, She told me:
“Now listen. You will give me your phone with your home banking app unlocked. And you will give me a foot massage“.
I got an instant hardon. It was really happening. I was really going to experience something I only ever dreamed of until that moment.
I immediately gave Her my phone with my home banking app unlocked. She took a sip of her drink, then slowly went down with her hands, took off her heels, and put her feet in my lap.
I had Goddess Ishtar feet in my lap. For real. And I was allowed to touch them.
I almost couldn’t believe it was really happening, so at first, I kinda froze and was unable to move.
“Give me your best foot massage. Now!” She said, pointing her finger to her feet.
Her Wolford nylons felt incredible in my hands, her feet were warm, perfect and smooth. I already knew every inch of them, at least virtually, but feeling them in my hands was another story.
I gave the best attention to her feet that I could: her toes, her soles, every part of her feet. And as I was doing that, I was in heaven. I totally forgot about my phone, my bank account…really didn’t care! It was the best moment of my life!
After about 30 minutes (so I discovered later), She gave me back my phone saying:
“You’ve been good, now you can give my toes a goodbye kiss“
Kissing her toes guys, I was going to kiss Goddess Ishtar’ toes! My eyes probably popped out, because she made a beautiful laugh right after she told me that…but I did as She ordered me. I gave her toes a soft kiss, trying to treasure that moment as much as possible. As I knew it was going to be the end of the night.
After that, She just put Her shoes back on, took the last sip of Her drink, got up and told me: “It was nice, hope we will do it again one day”
And She left. I couldn’t even say anything. I just watched Her leaving and stayed there, probably looking like a zombie, for 20 minutes or so. Still didn’t realize what it just happened.
When I came back to my Hotel room I finally remembered She had my phone the whole time.
Unlocked it and saw a picture She took while I was giving a foot massage! That pic would have helped me remember that night even more, so glad She thought about taking it!
Then i opened my home banking app.
She took 5200$
And I don’t even think She took too much. She took what She deserves. And I feel that was a way for me to thank Her.
Because last week I had the time of my life. All thanks to Goddess Ishtar. And I don’t care if it costed me 11.200$.
Ok, I admit…title is a bit too drastic, but I do believe I’m going to face a quite long period of forced abstinence from Financial Domination, and the reason is quite simple.
No More Privacy
You see, when you have a special someone in your real life (a lovely wife, in my case), the times when you can actually be alone are always directly connected to her habits. If something changes, you may as well end up in a situation like the one I am now.
She has no work, meaning she’s always home. But that didn’t stop me from going online till now because she usually goes to bed way earlier than me. Late night was my “privacy time”, the moment of the day when I can be on my own and…well… make the usual damage to our family finances.
Unfortunately, this is changing. More often than not, she goes to bed VERY late, making it for me impossible to stay up after that (considering I need to wake up at 7 am for work). Will this be the end for me in Financial Domination? Probably not, as it’s in my nature… but I am quite sure it will put quite a big STOP on my spending.
Am I happy for this? Absolutely not. I’m actually kinda angry about this…but I doubt I can confront her with something like “hey, go to bed so I can wank and give our money to my Goddesses“…right?
As you all can imagine, I often talk with other slaves about domination in general and about Goddesses. One of the things that always come up is: “damn I wish my Goddess would contact me now, and remind me how powerful She is”. That’s why I thought of writing about this..because hey… I love it as well!
First things first: being chased by your Goddess is TOTALLY different than being chased by a Goddess you’ve never met before.
A Goddess chasing an unknown slave is, basically, just looking for new slaves in the most pathetic way. Hint: this is WRONG and NO real Goddess will EVER do this. No one of the Goddesses I’ve ever served did this, …and certainly, I will never serve someone acting in such a pathetic way.
On the other hand, once a certain kind of “relationship” has been established, being chased at the right moment, in the right way, is exactly what we, slaves, always crave for.
The right way to be chased
Basically, it’s all a game of things like… often but not too often, sending pics but not all the time, in a sexy way but only every now and then, …in a few words? Something like a constant “tease and denial”. A Goddess constantly showing the slave Her power, without giving him the impression that he actually matters to her. Making him know that he’s not forgotten, but that he might easily end up being like that if he stops doing what he’s supposed to do. Because let’s face it: if the Goddess makes the slave feel he’s important for Her, he might end up losing interest. He will see her less powerful and start looking for other Goddesses.
There is a very thin line between feeling chased and feeling needed. Crossing that line might ruin the slave loyalty altogether. Chasing him should also be done at different times of the day. I know this might sound stupid…but think about it. If the Goddess only gets in touch with her slave at a certain time of the day, the slave will start feeling “safe” during the rest of the day…and that should not happen. We need to always feel trapped, during the whole day. Receiving the casual message at work, for example, is always a huge turn on and, at the same time, a very scary thing: perfect chasing technique, basically. Chasing should start slowly, increasing as the “relationship” goes on, as the intimacy increases…and as the ways to interact increase: first it could just skype, then it could be e-mail, WhatsApp…
Not all slaves deserve this
This is important, and I really can’t say this enough: only slaves that know their place and their role should have the privilege to be chased. Time wasters should never ever be contacted first by the Goddess (for obvious reasons), and even slaves that pay should start to be chased bit by bit as long as they keep spoiling the Goddess. I really think being chased is a HUGE privilege, and only a few slaves actually deserve it. That’s why I immediately wrote that only when a certain kind of “relationship” is in place, chasing should start.
First of all, my words are not rules written in stone: this all just my opinion, and please feel free to write “this is bulls**t” in comments if you feel like it. But one thing is true: being chased is part of all the most solid and longer Goddess/slave relationships. Because a chased slave is a slave that doesn’t escape, and because a Goddess that knows how to chase, is ALWAYS a truly powerful and dangerous Goddess.
I know what you are thinking by reading the title of this post, and it’s the same thing for me. WTF? A slave now can be…famous? Well…apparently that can happen.
Believe it or not, I recently got a message from two journalists that wanted to interview me.
First one was David Wilson, from the International Edition of South China Morning Post. He was writing an article about Financial Domination fetish in Asia, and he wanted to know a few things from a slave point of view.
Next one was Natasha Fedorenko from Wonderzine, an online Russian Magazine. Her interview was longer than the one David made me. She asked way more questions, and at the beginning wanted to do it on Skype. Of course, I opted for an answer via email, considering I don’t have that much privacy at home.
So…with these two, now I had been interviewed four times since I started this blog: Vice.Com and the Italian forum “My Fetish Room” being the other two. What do I get from them? well…I can’t deny the fact that, somehow, things like this are actually making me feel good…kinda feeding my ego i guess…even if, obviously, none of those articles (with the exception of the one for the Italian fetish forum) are there to put the slave image in a good light.
For the rest of the world, we are, basically, a bunch of idiots throwing money at girls for no specific reason. But who cares… in a way it’s still a good thing that they speak about this fetish we have. What do you think?
P.S. if you want to read the other interviews, links are on my “About me” page.