Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you guys? I don’t believe in switches, and never have. I am Dominant, in every single aspect of My life, and wouldn’t even switch for Mr V whom I love to death.
What is it in your genetic make-up that makes you think that you have the ability to “turn” any Dominant woman into your little bitch?
Maybe it’s your tiny little clitties? Or lack of real life relationships? Or it could even be a complete lack of respect for the other sex? Either way, get real.
It’s even funnier that most of the self-titled ‘Doms’ who have attempted these pathetic power struggles have usually been fat sweaty bastards, who I wouldn’t look twice at. My Man is drop dead gorgeous and I STILL wouldn ‘t be submissive for him. In fact, I have kept him denied now since My 27th Birthday on 14th Sept 2013, and don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.
Take the hint. When I tell you that I find it laughable that you would even suggest “taking Me over your knee”, I mean it. You’re lucky you’re not close enough to be thumped – because you’d deserve that for sure, and you’d get that for free.
If you want to get involved in a pathetic power struggle online, so that you can masturbate while dreaming about being a real Man, you can pay an initial tribute like all the other little bitches.
I am a firm believer & enforcer of Female Supremacy, and have never met a Dominant man, only wannabes.
A Dominant man is as much a myth as Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and God.
Cya when you decide to submit, faggot cocksuckers.
This is something I have never done on here before… I should punish more than I praise at times, but I feel full of joy having met a wonderful new sub, and wanted to share it with the BDSM World.
You’ll notice a couple of journal entries ago, I posted a story by Jason. Jason is a married man from the US, a closet sissy and is new to Financial Domination. He found me through a google search, which brought him here & then he contacted Me.
From the minute we started speaking, we clicked. This is important to Me, as it doesn’t happen all that often, and rather than being an irritation, he is actually a joy to speak to – I don’t find Myself clock watching, or making excuses to get him to piss off. Eager to try FinDom, he started with a little tribute or two, and then shortly after, we mutually agreed on a “loan” type of contract, of a reasonably average amount, but with an interest rate of 30% which goes up every 4 days, with payment being made every 7 (on a Friday) so that some weeks he has to make quite large tributes to be able to keep up with the increasing rate of interest. This was actually initiated by him, but works WONDERFULLY for Me, as I was suggesting interest, but not at such a high rate… just adds to the enjoyment and entertainment!
However, due to his wife and him being very open about the finances, and her having access to the bank statements etc, it was mutually agreed that he would tell his wife (she already knew about his “weird side” – her words, not mine) but as he was deadly serious about our agreement, he asked if I would please speak to her once he’d told her. And of course I obliged.
Our conversation (Myself and his wife) was strained to say the least. She was understandably angry – and it took a little while to convince her that this was not an affair, we don’t even live in the same country so there would be nothing sexual in it. He just gets a thrill out of being able to tribute a Domme for her time. Which wasn’t a lie – we don’t have any sort of smutty conversations, there is nothing seedy about him as a person (apart from being a closet sissy!!), and we are both benefiting from our contract. Upon closing our conversation, she said that even though it was hard to get her head around, she felt better for having spoken to Me – which pleased Me greatly.
I’m not here to be an enemy – especially of sub’s wives. I’m here because I enjoy BDSM, I enjoy FinDom, and I like to be an integral part of others enjoying it too. Obviously I take great pleasure in naming and shaming arseholes like I have previously on here, but if they’re willing to send their wives details over etc, and then decide to fuck Me or others about, it’s THEM hurting the wives, not Me, so it’s not My problem. It’s just my duty to let them know what pieces of shit they’re married to.
Alot of people who contact Me often say that they wish their wives were more open to BDSM and being Dominant, and if they were, they wouldn’t have to go to Dommes to get what they need to satisfy their kinks. It’s a shame, especially as women were all over “50 Shades of Grey”, and women all of a sudden became so open about their curiosity of all things kink – with some even changing their bedroom habits completely, and never looking back at their ‘nilla lives! Amazing from such a crappy piece of writing!
Anyway, back on track… Unfortunately, she wasn’t as OK with it as we first thought… and its put alot of pressure on their relationship, which is rather sad. I may be a Domme, but I am human after all… and I like to see things from both sides where possible. I’m not sure how things are going to turn out… his loan payment is due tomorrow, and who knows where we’ll be. He is adamant that she married him “warts n all” so she just has to accept it, as he’s been honest about it – which is more than most men are.
I guess the whole point of this post, is that I am not unapproachable. I take time with My subs to make sure that those who are worthy of being where they are, are as happy and as comfortable as possible – and if that means speaking to your wife, so be it. After all, a REAL D/s relationship should bring happiness on both sides, you should be able to trust each other implicitly, be comfortable, and there should always be that initial “click” to make it work properly.
There is alot of joy to be gained from a relationship with someone who you enjoy speaking to…and it’s a rarity these days with all of the fakes, timewasters, liars, gift cancellers, trolls and more… so well done Jason – you are certainly a joy to own.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about taking on an Assistant, in the form of a slave to work for Me as my right hand “man”, so to speak.
I have a lot of mundane things that I need doing on a regular basis, but no longer have the time, or the patience to deal with.
This role will include the following:
- Basic Administration Duties
- Updating payment calendars/plans
- Record keeping
- Recruiting new pets
- Event Liaison & bookings
- Vetting (to include creating online surveys, questionnaires, contracts etc)
- Social media accounts linked to mine – twitter/facebook/CM/Fetlife etc
And any other tasks that I require.
What I require from my Assistant:
- Excellent English / Mathematics skills
- 15-25 Hours a week of availability (days flexible)
- An initial tribute to show genuine interest, but no further payment plan needed (unless mutually agreed)
- Availability for RT/Event Chaperone/Driving work*
*Not essential, but would be great.
- Identification. Unless I already know you, if I am going to be meeting you, I want to know exactly who you are, not just your social media username.
Terms of your contract will be mutually agreed upon post-successful interview at a time that is convenient for both of us (either on Skype or YIM), and then will be swiftly put in place.
I need someone to start pretty much immediately.
Do you think you have what it takes?
If so – apply to firstname.lastname@example.org with:
- A picture (non-nude)
- Your BDSM Experience/Background
- Age, Location
- Relevant role experience/skills
- A cover letter as to why I should choose you
- Availability to start (including any booked holidays)
I look forward to hearing from you.
**PLEASE NOTE – THIS IS NOT A BLACKMAIL CONTRACT, SO ANY INFORMATION SUPPLIED TO ME WILL BE PURELY SO THAT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BECAUSE I WILL BE TRUSTING YOU WITH PERSONAL INFORMATION AT TIMES, AND TRUSTING YOU WITH MY SAFETY AT ALL TIMES**
Jason sat and waited, his palms itching, from the perspiration building there. He had been sat pouring over his finances and making calls all morning. Nervously, he rubbed his palms into his eyes, trying to massage away some of the tension he felt, to no avail.
He had to tell her today, and he could do nothing but pray she was merciful. As he was about to get out of his chair to go and fetch some water to calm his nerves, the ding sounded.
The low dull tone emitted by skype when someone signs in. His eyes drifted to the box at the bottom right of his screen.
“Mistress Elle is now online” – Jason gulped deeply and clicked.
He typed slowly, each keyfall echoing in his head as he typed. “Hello Mistress, I have bad news, I can’t afford this weeks loan payment, after I had to pay the £300 last week”
He froze, the little wiggling pencil began to move, his beautiful Mistress was typing.
He waited with his breath, catching in his throat, his palms twitching, his eyes, fixated on the screen.
“Jason, Jason, Jason. I want you to open that word document of yours and tell me what the tally is, and what it’ll be the next time you have a payment due”
Jason fired up his loan file on his pc and scanned over his calculation he’d done that morning. He swallowed and clicked back onto skype slowly “£2045.50 Mistress Elle”
Jason couldn’t see, but sat behind her computer screen, Elle smiled smugly, she knew there was no way he’d ever be able to repay this loan at the rate it grew.
She had him, hook, line and sinker.
She sat smugly, and let her eyes wash over the number in front of her a couple more times, and giggled ever so slightly as her elegant fingers began to dance over the keys.
“Well Jason, I’ve been waiting long enough and this debt isn’t going anywhere right now but up really is it.” Jason swallowed, he’d had this scenario two months ago when the debt got too high.
“You’ve got till the next time the payment is due, it’s time to go to the bank and grovel for another loan, I want £1500 of the loan paid off, and then we can see where you are with what you owe me”
He knew it had been coming, but it still hit him like a blow. “As for right now, I’m annoyed I’m not getting paid, I’m going out for dinner with Mr V, and I’ll be fucked if I’m paying for it. Work harder Jason, that’s a warning” and with that she was gone.
As she signed off, and stood up to walk away from the computer she smiled, the regular rush she got after laying down the law with a sub she knew would obey, flooded her head, she’d be dining out with mr V on someone else’s dime, of course she would. And she KNEW Jason would have the money, he hadn’t let her down yet.
Jason sat stunned, and re read the sentence over a few times.
As his senses came rushing back to him, he smiled slightly, did he regret his choices leading him here?
Not one bit.