Are you actually a Finsub, or do you just like saying you are?

You call yourself a finsub. Cute. But are you actually one, or do you just like the fantasy of being one?

It’s easy to sit behind a screen, call a woman “goddess,” tell her how badly you want to submit, and then suddenly become very quiet when it’s time to prove you mean it. I’m not interested in empty promises or endless conversations about what you might do someday.

I like men who understand that actions speak much louder than words.

I’m bratty. I’m spoiled. I like nice things, attention, and getting exactly what I want. I’m not going to chase you, convince you, or beg you to submit. That would completely ruin the fun.

You either have the discipline to embrace your place and show me you’re serious… or you can stay comfortably behind your keyboard pretending.

Because honestly? Watching a wannabe finsub talk a big game and then disappear when it’s time to demonstrate his devotion is almost adorable.

So tell me, little sub…

Are you actually a finsub, or do you just like saying you are?