I have used hypnotic techniques on my money slaves for ages, but recently I’ve become even more open about it.

This of course, begs the question….

Is it possible to hypnotize a slave into handing it all over?

Can my milky words make him surrender all his wealth, without any visage of free will?  Even if he had never imagined it…never fantasized about it?

Conventional wisdom says no…that you cannot be hypnotized against your will.  That only if you desire it DEEP DOWN, can hypnosis manifest into reality.

Is that true?  I mean, are you worried that if you surrender to My hypnotic power that you will mindlessly deliver your cash to Me?   Awaken to find in horror that you’ve sent me thousands of dollars without a conscious memory of doing so?   Find yourself hypnotically addicted to giving Me money?

Conventional wisdom says this will not happen…UNLESS…you have a secret desire to have Me financially fuck you over.  Oh..and it might be an unconscious desire.

So succumb to My hypnotic words.  And if you have the unconscious desire to give Me all your cash, you can be sure you’ll be transferring it all  to Me!

The reason I am such an effective financial dominant, is that getting rich is the side effect of being a financial sadist, not the purpose of it.

I have a fetish for financial sadism.  I love the power of seducing men out of large sums of money.  I love the rush I get from truly making a man crazy enough over me to pay me obscene amounts of money to glimpse a photo or to hear my sultry voice saying things that make him lose sight of the money he is spending.

And I get off knowing that when he realizes days or weeks later how much I have extracted it will make him sick to his stomach.

And I get off knowing that I’m training him to be aroused by my fucking him over again and again.

So arouse Me….

This blog is for anyone curious about the inner workings of a Financial Dominant.

I do not speak for all, but I do speak for myself.

I came across this fetish backwards. I have been a lifestyle Dominant in my local BDSM scene for years, its part of my relationship style. I came to know myself as having a deep sadistic side. It didn’t satisfiy me to just to hurt someone physically, I enjoyed orchastrating the mind fuck on my slaves and submissives. I enjoyed making them face dark things about human kind and themselves. I loved making them weep and kissing their tears away. I did not and still do not practice money exchange for live play.

Some years later, I came to explore my BDSM fetish as a telephone fem-dom on the predecesor to Niteflirt.com, a site called Keen (It still exists, but no longer offers adult services). I did this on a very part time basis, for extra money as I drudged off to work like most wage slaves every day.

By the summer of 2007 I was ready for life changes. I quit my job as a wage slave and relocated to a community I had made connections in and loved. My original plan was to take Niteflirt calls to earn money until I found a job.

Something amazing happened. Since suddenly I was available regularly, it only took a matter of weeks before I had built up a clientele so strong that it no longer made sense to return to a “regular” job. It didn’t take long for me to begin to deeply appreciate not only the income I was earning but the absolute flexiblity of controlling my hours and when I worked and had both the time and money to vacation as I wished.

Like most Niteflirt girls, I create a listing in financial domination, really having little clue as to what it was about, but figuring “it can’t hurt’ No one ever calls it.

Skip ahead a few weeks, and I get a lovely call on my regular Mistress listing from a lovely man that I immediately connect with. He begins calling me several times a day, and it comes to light that he has a fetish for financial domination. I pay close attention, and its not long before the sadist within awakens and responds to the money masochist. I take him to the edge financially many times over the course of the following weeks. A piece of me has pangs of regret, I have come to enjoy him and his calls. We get deeper and deeper, as he liquidates asset after asset to satisfy our mutual need.

Eventually, I break him, alas, the fetish turned out to be stronger than my affection for him. I cannot stop and he cannot stop Me. Him maxing out his credit cards with no means of paying them off easily stops the train.

Around this time, I start attracting more money slaves , and I realize that each contact leads me deeply aroused. Most of my fantasies now revolve around using men for money, to the point of causing them financial distress.

Am I a piranha? Well, piranhas are predators that swarm in a group. I work alone, so I would have to say. No.

Am I a vulture? Vultures pick apart dead carrion to the bones. I prefer lively prey with meat on the bones. So once again, I have to say, No.

I am a woman with a fetish for a power exchange. A woman who now lives a good life living that fetish.