Dissertation on Findom

Findom is an exercise in Manipulation. One might find despair in crossing his paths with "doms" who try to get the quick cash. The "give me 20€ faggot" status quo. It becomes overwhelming, to realize you are living a reality where no one seems to drag you to that state where you long to be. Being taken by a sense of impotence. Of fragility. Of utter dominance and submission. Where, finally, you can find some inner peace. Some weird, fucked up, twisted, painful peace. But, yet - it still is the closest to a freedom you can find yourself. It's what you know. It's the place where you feel at ease. Having a man. A real man. A man that you look up to, a man that you admire and, to some extent, fear, being part of your existence. Telling you what to do. Being an image that you worship while, at the same time, you know he is there for you. Even though you don't even dare to demand anything. You just watch. And accept. And embrace his will. You know you are simply part of a higher plan. You've come to this world to serve him. And, with that, you finally find your state of bliss.

Don't fool yourself. To cross your path with someone like that, it is, as a Roman philosopher once said, Seneca, the old, "luck is what happens when preparation and change meets". You might be ready to be a proper slave. Obedient. Respectful. Always at disposal. But you need chance, opportunity, to strike gold. And, once you do it, once you find that Dom with the perfect mix of manliness, life experiences that made him as rough as nails, brains to mind fuck you to extents you've never found possible before...then, stop for a second. Reach him. And make him your Master. It's a scary world out there.

But, by the end of the day, we all deserve to be loved. Even if it is in the creepiest ways one can imagine. And better to know what turns you on and find someone who can take you safely and effectively to that dungeon. 

We are all human beings. 

Some, just happen to have a truly fucked up kink.