Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
My journey into findom began innocently enough. I was posting cryptic Instagram captions about “liquid assets” and “monetizing my worth,” when a guy slid into my DMs asking if I’d ever considered “roleplaying a trust fund beneficiary.” Little did he know, I was all about roleplaying!
The first time I hosted a findom session for a man I’ll call Kevin (not his real name, though honestly, I’m sure someone named Kevin will read this and think it is him), I wore a tie I’d bought for $12 at a thrift store and demanded he pay “pay the lady” up front, as is customary in this profession.
My Findom Journey
“This is a high-stakes game, Kevin,” I drawled, waving a fake contract scrawled in Sharpie. “You’re not just investing in me; you’re investing in your potential to be disciplined. Or something. I dunno, it’s your money.” He paid. Of course he did. Who doesn’t want to feel like they’re paying off their sins in style?
But here’s the kicker: My favorite part of my new findom lifestyle wasn’t the money (though I’ll never lie to you about that). It was the way the guys would stumble over their words, trying to balance my fabricated financial fantasies with their real-life budgets. One guy, let’s call him Greg (see a pattern?), who also insisted on calling me “Mistress Mint” for reasons I’ll never unearth, tried to negotiate the cost of a session by offering to do my taxes (uh, NO!).
Then came the incident at the coffee shop. I was sipping an oat milk cappuccino when a man approached, mistaking me for a loan officer. “Do you know what my credit score means?” he asked, launching into a monologue about his student debt. I leaned back, grinning. “Oh, sweetie, your credit score is irrelevant. Your emotional score is what I’m concerned about. Sit down, and let’s discuss your future payments to this establishment.”
He blinked. “Wait…what?” I just handed him a menu, wrote a certain number under the price of the avocado toast and winked. This wasn’t about the money, though. This was about the power of suggestion. The way a little bit of flattery and a lot of faux financial jargon could make grown men act like they were negotiating a merger instead of my bank account.
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