Confessions

I didn’t expect it to get that bad. Honestly, I thought I had it under control. Just a few tributes here and there, a harmless crush on a domme or two, maybe a spicy humiliation tweet in public for the thrill. But that’s the thing about findom Twitter—what starts as a game quickly becomes something…

When I first stumbled into the world of findom, I thought I’d cracked the code. I mean, how hard could it be? Post a few cute pictures, slap on some bossy captions, and let the money rain down, right? Yeah… no. Reality hit harder than I expected. My inbox was a graveyard of ghosted conversations,…

I never thought I’d become one of them. You know, those guys. The ones who send money to women they’ve never met. Who beg to be drained. Who call themselves “wallets” and “human ATMs.” And yet, here I am—writing this confession with a drained savings account and a strangely satisfied heart. In just 30 days,…