The slave gives, I take. I take some more. He relents. I take some more. He crings. I take some more. He begs to stop. I take some more. He cries. I take some more, aroused that he is in pain, and that he is aroused and needs it. Each time I take a little more, its like a whip stroke. And what makes it intense is what the slave thinks is A LOT. Yum.

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.