u/godofpiggy

I'm not looking for a long term partner. Perhaps returning customers, but rarely is someone interesting enough that I bother. But you should be able to hold on from squirting your load whilst we're discussing or being used.

I'm here for intensity, extremity. Come to me with your experience (so I know you're not a newbie confusing fantasy for reality), your kinks, limits, and toys.

That's the minimum. Beyond that, interest me. Expose your depravity. Show your desperation for my sadism. If you can't don't be surprised if you don't get a response.

Tears are not a safeword. Bruises are not a safeword. If that's scary, you're not who I'm looking for.

I'm on a day off, sitting back and watching some sports. I'm relaxing enjoying myself whilst you're searching desperately for someone who'll take the burden of your undeserved money from you.

It's not that hard to start. You just send a DM or comment saying "Please drain me"

Or are you shy? Do you need to wrap this up in a little story for why you are opening up your bank account like your mother opens her legs?

Perhaps you're a little pain slut. You can pay me to torture your pointless genitals. The more you pay, the more creative and intense I'll make the tasks.

Perhaps you're a gamer like me. You can buy me your favourite game. Or a game off your wishlist. Tell yourself it's because gamers are like a community.

Maybe you know you need your life enshittified. Let's put some parental controls on your phone. You can pay me to let you have more screen time. Or pay to leave your house. Make your existence subscription based. You're just being a good little consumer.

I don't really care what story you need to wrap around it. Here's the truth, I deserve my day made better, you're desperate to be allowed to send. Stop wasting time, get in touch.

There are very few things that unite the rest of the world like our ire for American arrogance. A country that crowns a team "world champions" for winning a US only league for a "football" no other country gives a shit about.

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Now you get to host the world game in your country because your president has FIFA in his back pocket. It's a joke.

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And just because your team gets lucky in its first match a bunch of you seppo cunts have been mouthing off about today's game. You're all a joke.

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So here's the deal. You get to pay me an apology fee for your shitstain country tainting the world cup. Then you get to pay a penalty for each goal the Socceroos score on you as tribute to the superior country, and a double penalty for any goals you manage to score as punishment for bribing the refs.

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Comment or DM "I'm a sorry seppo cashfag." for more details.

The first time I ever did findom was with this pathetic little worm who I'd gotten to know when I was bored and saw an online post of his looking for line writing assignments.

Truly, he had little of interest to me. But I'd just ended a serious relationship and dynamic with a slave of many years and wasn't ready to get into anything serious. He was there, he was desperate to hold my attention, and my desire for sadism was just enough to bother with him.

Can you imagine me describing you in a similar fashion right now?

So worm wasted hours of his free time writing lines so he could receive attention from me in the form of a well-deserved tongue lashing. Eventually I realized that we lived in the same city. One day I quipped he could be useful and drive me to work whilst my car was in the shop.

Oh didn't the little worm light up at the chance to be in my presence. Can you imagine your own excitement in his place?

I hadn't been serious, of course. Why would I want to be stuck in a metal box with him? He begged and he pleaded for the chance. And that's when I first opened my mind to findom. I made him pay a tax for inconveniencing me with his presence, for tainting me by breathing the same air. When I met him he gave me the cash before he was allowed to utter a word.

When I left him, I tipped out my milkshake that I'd left untouched for the drive (which he paid for, of course) over his head and walked away without a word.

People have enough dignity not to go back to someone who treats them that way. People don't need to pay just to be able to speak to someone.

But worm was never a person. He pretended, but I could see the truth, which is why he came back and offered me double what he'd paid for the chance to drive me again even when I had my car back.

I've dabbled with findom here and there over the years. But never as the core of an interaction with someone. Lately I've played with the idea, and I'm thinking about how I would like it to work.

Do you wish you were worm? Would you like my attention and know that your personality is so lacking that you'll need to use money as a substitute? Come slide over on your belly and let's see if you can muster enough cash to convince me to wipe my dirty shoes on you.

Looking forward to hearing from some of you good little bitches.