A Findom Fantasy

oftentimes, i find myself craving, just as submissives claim they do. there’s no doubt in my mind that dom/mes find themselves just as addicted to financial domination as submissives do. the first vibrate, the notification of a “sent, domme ripley,” the immediate head rush and tingle between the thighs that getting a tribute can do.

like now … i crave. my heart races at the thought of a submissive bearing their wallet to me, handing over control of their extra play funds to blow on whatever i want. the thought of making someone hump their own hand, while i’m pleasing myself, as they send over, and over, and over until they’re leaking and i’m close to the edge just from the balance of my payment method going up.

the knowledge that the submissive must’ve sacrificed things to give me that money … whether it’s giving up going out to eat, picking up extra hours at work, cutting back on subscriptions … giving that up, to please me. to gratify me, as insatiable as i may be.

nothing is as rewarding, or as sexy, as that.