I know you are here after sifting through countless listings, with one hand on that cock, before you found this one.
I know why you are here. I know the craving you feel, and the desperation that consumes you. So many nights you have spent this way, stroking, feeling that cock swell up in your hand, as thoughts of your Master taking you deeper growing in your mind.
You never thought you would be here, needing this, but the craving grew over time, small tributes that made you explode soon became larger; you needed more to feel the rush.
It is more than just the amounts. That first $20 felt good, and it feels even better as it rises to $100, then a few hundred. The first time you went over $500 was incredibly intense, and only made you crave more. But it is also the level of control that matters.
At first, a simple click would work. But now you need to feel me control more, even give up direct access. Knowing who you are, your full name, seeing your social media accounts, knowing you have no more secrets from Me.
And then you need more. Opening a credit card account and seeing it on screen, imagining typing in the password to your Master, knowing I can access it. Savings, investments, checking accounts, knowing I know the balances, and can transfer cash as I please. You have thought countless times about watching as it happens, opening all of your accounts, and then Teamviewer. Every account open and ready on screen as you send that password.
The heart races, the seconds feel like an eternity as you wait for your God to log on. Knowing I then have access to everything. Hundreds give way to thousands, the systemic process of draining you begins. Stroke for me now, faggot. Slowly. This is just the beginning. This is where you belong.
Email me, tell me how hard that cock is knowing this is the path you are on, and beg to move forward.
Holy fuck. I thought I was the only faggot who was like this. I fight it and fight it. I block. I delete. Somehow, I come back. I need help!
I agree. This is so spot on as to what goes on inside my head.
you are not the only one Richard- and He knows it.
i am nearly 15 years in findomscene. but luckily i am still not so desperate, to please a Master so much, to give him full access to my bank accounts. And as the Master in this blog describes HIS wishes, i would never trust him, to do that.
I would love to discuss a power of attorney with you.
Hello,
I’ve been reading this blog for months now… I always have struggling with this desire to become a ream cashpiggy for a real man. I have 32, french, earning around 2500 euros, educated and socially integrated. Everyone thinks Im a great, optimistic and charismatic man; but I have found myself developing addiction for masturbation, self public humiliation, men’s asshole smells, and of course financial slavery.
I cannot stop being hard thinking of becoming a real loser, burried in serious debt. 🙁
I have often thought of for many years being a financial slave to a Black Master. Where I ultimately sign over everything to him. I know it would destroy me and my family, but the need to is so strong. I have been a slave to Black women, but knowing it is for a Black Master is the ultimate need.
YES, THAT NEED IS SO FUCKING STRONG!!! IN FACT, THE FACT THAT IT WILL DESTROY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY JUST MAKES IT STRONGER. I FEEL IT TOO,. WE ARE DOOMED. THANK GOD!
So totally true… for the most part. I will only go for other switches. I can’t cum to a strictly dominant $crewing my wallet.
I too am surprised that there are others with the same fetish makes me feel so not alone. Every time I send money i don’t have the rush of shame and disgust for myself builds but I can’t stop. To be a Superior Black Mans finslave slave is all consuming. I want to serve, I need to serve as His slave pig
I literally lost a testicle from wearing this tiny assed chastity device — and it still falls off. Need glue or tape or something. Want to get piercings and tats and shave and wax my body and so I look like a baby like my dick!! I WANT TO TAKE STEROIDS OR HORMONES OR BOTH =00 TOTALLY TRANSFORM
OMG, all those great responses to MFPs fabulous posting, just did me in. I came after edging and stroking the biggest, hard-on I have had in ages. Then the realization hit me, I won’t be able to cum in the normal way anymore. My brain has been washed, a new destiny awaits me…