THE WHY
Unfiltered thoughts from bath time.
In a casino we know the house always wins. Yet we also intuitively understand the game is more fun when we throw our money on the table.
In this space the house is Woman and Woman is God. Tribute becomes an offering and prayer. A blessing. The closest you can come to feeling touched by the divine.
A perversion so subversive the first dungeon I worked banned findom and declared it wasn’t real domination but a scam.
Well I believe the world is a scam and that maybe financial domination is the only real thing left. Pure. Uncut. Hedonism.
It just hurts so good.
Raw power exchange. It hits where it hurts most… your wallet. We define our worth under capitalism in dollars. This is an ultimate expression of humiliation and degradation because it is an admission. I am not worthy.
Submission simplified.
You are nothing. Your life is meaningless without this. When you are told to, you will send. And you’ll hate yourself for doing it but what you really hate is just how much you enjoy it. How great the thrill is. Deep under your skin. Electric. Thumping heart and throbbing cock when she says “Again, Double it.”
Will it ever be enough for her? Will you?
The memory of it will be a lascivious cocktail of shame and guilt that is so potent. So exciting. How could she hijack your brain like this? What is wrong with you?
The urge becomes need.
To have her attention. To know you pleased her. Women can fake orgasms easily but you know with absolute certainty she will always enjoy spending your money.
Ruthlessness makes it hotter. Her sadistic manipulation of you through your cock makes it hotter. How helpless you are.
Her ambivalence towards your feelings makes it real. You know it’s not an act. An intense level of honesty and connection that is the core to your surrender. And why you will always yearn to send again.
Here there is no deception. Only veritas.