Ever since he could remember, William had always been drawn to powerful, dominant women. There was something about their strength, their confidence, that made him weak in the knees. But it wasn’t until he discovered financial domination, or findom, that he truly understood the depths of his obsession.
At first, William was hesitant. These women were only internet goddesses, after all. They weren’t real. But the more he watched, the more he was drawn in. He couldn’t resist the thrill of giving in to these dominant women, of watching as they bragged about their power and wealth.
He started off small, sending a few dollars here and there to the women who caught his eye. But it wasn’t long before he was spending hundreds, then thousands, of dollars a month. He couldn’t help himself. The more he gave, the more he craved the rush of submission.
His obsession with findom led him to femdom videos, where he discovered a whole new world of dominance and submission. He was hooked. He spent hours upon hours watching these videos, getting off on the humiliation and degradation.
As his obsession grew, so did his desire for more humiliating experiences. He started seeking out more of a thrill, willing to pay whatever they asked for the chance to submit to them. He craved the feeling of being completely under their control, of giving in to their every demand.
“Please, mistress,” he would beg, his voice trembling with desire. “I’ll do anything you ask. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
And the dominatrixes would oblige, pushing him to his limits with their cruel words and sharp tongues. They would make him strip naked, parading him around like a helpless slave. They would make him lick their boots, their shoes, their feet, punishing him with a swift kick if he didn’t please them.
But it wasn’t just the domination that turned him on. It was the women themselves. Rich, powerful women were his new fetish. He couldn’t get enough of their clips. He wanted to spend all day, every day, giving in to their demands, submitting to their every whim.
“Yes, mistress,” he would moan, his body trembling with pleasure as they degraded him. “I am nothing but your slave. Your loser.”
He would spend hours chatting with these women online, engaging in degrading dirty talk that left him breathless. He would do anything they asked, no matter how humiliating. He couldn’t help himself. He was completely under their spell.
“Kiss my boot.” one domme would command, her voice dripping with contempt. “Beg to worship my boot like the pathetic little worm you are.”
And William would obey, his lips kissing the screen as she teased him mercilessly. He would moan and gasp as she made fun of him, his body trembling with pleasure as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy.
As his obsession with findom and femdom grew, so did his desire for more extreme experiences. He started seeking out women online who were known for their mean, cruel treatment of submissives. He craved the pain, the humiliation, the complete and total loss of control.
And so William’s life became consumed by his obsession. He spent all of his free time watching femdom videos, chatting with dommes, and submitting to their every demand. He didn’t care about the money he was spending, or the time he was wasting. All that mattered was the thrill of giving in to these powerful, dominant women.
“Please, mistress,” he would beg, his voice trembling with need. “I am your slave. Your property. Do with me as you will.”
And the dominatrixes would smile, their eyes glinting with cruel delight as they took control. They would use him, abuse him, and degrade him, pushing him to the brink of despair.
But no matter how far they pushed him, William could never get enough. He craved the humiliation, the pain, the complete and total loss of control. He was a slave to his obsession, a prisoner of his own desires.
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