The Psychology of Financial Domination

Financial Domination is that rare BDSM fantasy that, from the outside world of “vanilla heteronormativity”, is baffling to the mind; and from the point of view of the professional dominatrix, too good to be true. Throughout the years I have trained 'money slaves' of various breeds and it is only now that I feel I am experienced enough to deconstruct for you the mind of a financial submissive. 

What is financial domination (FinDom)? First, I will clarify what is NOT financial domination: it is NOT an unethical exploitation of a male sub, it is NOT an easy way for women to advertise online as financial dominatrices as a get-rich-quick scheme by using men, it is NOT a woman who makes a career out of asking men to subsidize all her living expenses, it is NOT woman who only wants to be spoiled with money or gifts -- and nothing else -- from men (a financial dominatrix is not to be confused with a 'sugar baby'). A woman who falsely poses as a findom Mistress because she needs the money possesses zero power in this game. 

My definition is as follows: Financial Domination is a sexually arousing GAME of power-play whereby psychological pleasure is experienced as a result of the humiliation from giving up one's monetary assets to another. The FinDom fantasy exists in predominantly MALE subs (there is very little evidence to suggest that women enjoy this type of power play). A financial dominatrix enjoys this game for the thrill of humiliating her money-slave, she does not need the money and she will say "no" to whomever displeases her--therein lies her power. There are 3 main reason why some subs enjoy financial domination: control, humiliation, and service. 

Financial Domination is able to exist and (actually become a fetish or desire for some) because of certain Universal Rules of Life (UROL) for men, unchanged by feminism:

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My Brushstrokes: Whip Marks Proudly Displayed by My Subjects

This post is quite personal for it is the first set of photos of My "whip art" featuring marks from intense impact play with a few of My dearest and closest subs. Pain--they endured it for Me. Trust--they placed in Me. Power--they gave it to Me.

They were naked, vulnerable, brave, aroused, and at times in tears. Whether or not I was truly worthy of their submission is for them to decide. On their body is the manifestation of My sadism, My relief from being "nice and civilized", and--oddly--My affection for them. By laying down to bear My whip they offer proof that I am indeed alive, that I do indeed house inside of Me all the passion, rage, cruelty, and compassion of an emotional and flawed being. Every thunderous crack of the whip brings Me closer to the center of the present moment. I am in "Dom-space".

How burdensome it is for Me at times to exchange perfunctory niceties everyday, smiling and nodding in the company of strangers and acquaintances. How taxing it can be for Me to ask people about their routined lives when I really want to ask about who they are and for what do they live. How disappointing it is when My lexicon fails to supply the words required to express exactly how I feel. But when I hold a whip and its tail end makes contact with another person's skin, they scream in exquisite agony and look at Me with such desire and awe that I finally feel I am engaging with someone's soul. They are not tied up so they are not forced into receiving pain. They offer themselves willingly, knowing they will suffer but wanting to give Me My joy. This, to Me, is true submission. Complete and willing surrender of body and mind. 

There are a few moments in life when I truly sense that I am seeing someone. An intense whipping is one of those moments. This seeming insanity actually balances out the real chaos in our lives. What else is there to hide? What else is there to say? Nothing! Because My thoughts and My actions are unified for that rare moment. Action has a cleansing effect, or as Oscar Wilde's character Lord Henry said from The Picture of Dorian Gray, " The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. . . . Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself." 

With their full consent, below are photos of My sadistic soul in blood-red. Thank you, My humble subjects, for allowing Me to express this beastly, natural part of Myself.

"The impulses of nature are what give authenticity to life." - Joseph Campbell

Interview with a Conscious Submissive Male

I had the pleasure and privilege of engaging in a most stimulating discussion with Paltego, the owner and operator of Femdom-Resource, an exceptionally informative website celebrating one intelligent man's journey in submission and his appreciation for the beauty and art of female domination. His is one of the best male-sub blogs online and I encourage all of you--tops and bottoms alike--to visit his domain. Clearly a labor of love (and hormones!), Femdom-Resource also houses a well-curated collection of Femdom art, photography, videos, erotic fiction, and more. A source for quality Femdom/male-sub content, Paltego created a platform from which to engage with kinksters and promote his favorite Mistresses and their blogs (I was humbled to find My "Mind of the Mistress" page on his list). 

Paltego was kind enough to grant Me a written interview detailing his experiences as a sub, his analysis on the submissive mindset, and his experiences with some of the most preeminent professional Mistresses in the country. Our exchange was illuminating and thought-provoking, and I was moved to reexamine My own FemDom philosophy and how I present Myself to the world. 

With Paltego's expressed permission, below are the insights and musings of a thinking, rational, and hopelessly submissive man (My favorite kind!):

1) How did you come to develop your submissive identity? And around what age?

Getting my current identity was a lengthy process. I grew up in a tiny English village in the 80’s, when the internet was still an academic/military curiosity. We didn’t even have a TV for a lot of my childhood, so it was very different to the information saturation we have today.

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I Wish I Could Tell My Wife: I am Kinky (A married slave's 'confession')

...But it’s a deep, dark secret I’ve been hiding from her.

Full disclosure: I have kinky fantasies, secret desires and for the past 2 years I’ve been exploring this side of myself with a professional dominatrix (yes, she has a whip and sometimes wears a catsuit). I’m embarrassed to tell my wife because she might think I’m a perverted weirdo, and I don’t want her to freak out and leave me. 

This is what I wish I could tell her:

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