Findom has infiltrated you minds in way you could’ve never predict. You’re an obsessed little fiend for goddess, sending has replaced any semblance of a sex life you may have dreamed of and now you are purely a finsub drone. Jerking your savings away, siphoning all of your cash over to Me, because id deserve it and it feels so fucking good to let go of control. Even just the thought of all you’ve sent makes you leak instantaneously, thinking about what a beta bitch you’ve become, fulfilling your true form of a grovelling, stroking, obsessed ATM.