A few scattered thoughts about MEEEE!

There has never been a single moment that I’ve regretted entering the world of FemDom/FinDom. When I am out in vanilla situations, My mind is regularly clouded with kinky thoughts and I’m often caught staring into space as I daydream about different scenarios. I study the male passersby, wondering if they would submit given the opportunity. Sometimes it’s blindingly obvious, and I feel Myself sitting up straighter and locking eyes; in that moment, it is possible to see inside the chosen specimen and determine if he is as submissive as I think he is. When I notice nervousness, I can’t help but giggle to Myself. It’s not as if I leave the house in fetish-wear, but My attitude towards men is, and has always been, domineering, and it’s quite obvious that I am the one in charge in all scenarios.

I do what I do because I can’t imagine living any other way. To be immersed in this world is to be living comfortably, naturally, and freely. I talk openly about My kinks and fantasies, never caring if I’ll be judged. Taking financial control of a drooling bitch makes My heart flutter, but I play with subs who aren’t into financial play, too. When I want to see someone humiliated, I decide in the moment if I’d like to do a paid session or simply find someone who will entertain Me on cam. I fantasize about doing sessions with locals, and it’s certainly not centered around cash. I love nearly EVERYTHING about this lifestyle, and as I grow more powerful, My plans for the future become bigger and brighter.

Now that I’ve had some coffee, I’m ready to fuck up some bank accounts.