How did you get here?

It started as simple curiosity. You had seen the articles, the advertisements, the MTV episodes...'Findom' had sparked your interest. You spent a week or two thinking about it, would it be right for you? Could you enjoy giving your hard earned money to a woman you didn't even really know?
You weren't sure you were really the submissive type. At work you were the top dog, people looked up to you and you led them with pride. Could you- who considered yourself an 'alpha male'- really see yourself doing this? Only one way to know.
You were pretty open minded and had tried a lot in the bedroom with your wife, and even some women she didn't know about. What was one more item on the bucket list?
So you did a quick google search, found a site dedicated to the fetish. You read the sites guidelines and understood that to be taken seriously you'd have to cash verify, so you got it out of the way quickly. Your journey began.
All at once the chat on the front page zoomed past, the feed underneath swelled with images of beautiful women...You had a lot of options here.
Deciding to check some dommes out, you searched for dommes near you and checked that they were cam verified, you wanted them to be real after all. And then you found her.
You knew right away after clicking her profile that this would be the woman you lost your findom virginity to. Her profile was full of sexy yet classy images, pictures of her flawless feet, and screenshots of other subs tributes. She was no first timer.
A message or two into your introductions, she brought up initial tribute, and you were shocked at how quickly and brazenly she requested it. With it being what you were here for, you complied. Only one $25 tribute...It was a toe in the water.
But you felt it. It was a rush. You'd never given money to anyone other than your wife for no reason other than to do it...Birthdays, special occasions, yeah. Paying a woman online just because she told you to, and you liked her feet? This was new. It was exciting.
She told you that you'd taken the first step toward a new life, and suddenly you knew it was true. Within 24 hours you had sent her a smooth $100, and she didn't even seem phased. She was clearly a strong woman who was a pro at what she did.
Days went by and your connection grew, as you spent more she became more satisfied, more fond of you. Her praise seemed a rare but glorious high, and you wanted it more and more. Everything she asked of you- to post humiliating pictures, to dance for her on cam, dress like a pig- you did it. And it felt amazing.
Each night you'd get in bed with a wife you now found unattractive and annoying, and waited until she fell asleep to bring up photos of your glorious mistress. You were getting in deeper and deeper.
And now here you are, contemplating leaving your wife so you can devote more time to your domme, picking up extra shifts and doing odd jobs on the side to spoil her like you know she deserves. Your attitude and view on life permanently changed, how did you get here? How did a small step into findom turn into this addiction?
The answer is- it's not findom you're addicted to. It's your domme.
It's me.