Oh boy, the feeling of control and overall power that I feel over a sub when I see that email saying I have money waiting. Seeing how they often beg and praise while degrading themselves. Having that physical element to it in a way that benefits the dom (me), really helps to tie it all together.
As a dom, I believe that I should be able to converse with a sub, establish the rules, and have some fun. Abd while I wouldn't go out of my way to bankrupt someone... I'd be down for it if they so choose. So, if you're reading this and want to have some fun, send me a message. And it will all begin real soon
Conclusion:
Depression is a silent battle that can affect anyone, regardless of their involvement in the findom community. By shedding light on this often-overlooked aspect, we can encourage open discussions, support one another, and promote healthier mindsets within the findom world. Remember, seeking help is not a sign of weakness but a step towards reclaiming control, finding healing, and fostering personal growth. Together, we can create a community that understands and supports each other in the face of depression's daunting challenges.
Thank you all for watching, have a nice day everyone and more cheerful mood ✌️
Oh, baby, let me take you on a journey through the explicit encounter I had with my disobedient sub. They couldn't resist testing my limits, and I was more than ready to show them the consequences of their actions.
As I entered the room, the air was thick with anticipation. The sub stood before me, eyes downcast, on their knees, knowing they had crossed a line. My voice dripped with authority as I commanded them to strip, revealing their naked vulnerability.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the paddles, each one promising a different level of intensity. I started with a gentle tap, building the anticipation. Their skin reddened with each strike, but it only fueled my desire for more. I reveled in the power I held over my cumrag, knowing that every flick of my wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
But punishment wasn't enough to satiate my hunger. I craved their surrender, their complete obedience. I ordered them to open wide, and with firmness, I gagged them, rendering them unable to speak. Their muffled cries of pleasure only heightened the intensity of the moment, a symphony of desire echoing throughout the room.
In search of new heights, I introduced them to the world of watersports, exploring the taboo nature of urine play. The warm streams cascaded over their body, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. The sensation of being drenched in my golden shower pushed them deeper into subspace, their senses overwhelmed by the unapologetic indulgence in their most forbidden desires.
But we both craved more, a deeper connection, a more intimate union. With meticulous care, I prepared them for the ultimate act of penetration – fisting. Slowly, I stretched their eager opening, inch by inch, until they were fully impaled by my hand. Their body yielded to my touch, the sensation of being completely filled driving them to the brink of ecstasy. It was an act of absolute surrender, a testament to their complete trust in me.
And let's not forget about the intoxicating world of Findom. As their ultimate Dom, I asserted control over their finances, exploiting their submissive desires to serve and please me. They willingly opened their wallets, showering me with monetary tributes and gifts, fulfilling their desire to be financially dominated. The power exchange intensified, as their obedience extended beyond the physical realm and into the realm of their bank accounts.
Together, we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the boundaries of our desires, both in the physical and financial realms. The room was filled with the sounds of slaps, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex, while the allure of Findom added an extra layer of power dynamics to our encounter. It was an encounter that pushed the limits of our connection, leaving us both trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
Let me know if anyone would like to see the video or take a chat with me ;)
For the pussies and the peons,
Little faggots dream, your inferior little dreams of what luck it would be to worship the dirt on the floor as I lay around as the king I am.
We both know you'll never even sniff the air of a room I've graced. Now you get to begin to see why that is.
You only exist to serve those of us who are here to be severed.
Pray your gratitude. Prey you are indeed!
I'm Master F, and this is my first post here. Still trying to find how this works, so bear with me if I look a bit clumsy at first.
heard about this site from a Fag I chat with sometimes, hi Fag here I am.
If you want to reach out, either you be a dom for advices or a sub for approaching, always feel free to do so.
For more about me, simply send me a message or follow me on IG (@mrfs.pics) or on X (@mrfspics). Of course, you're also more than invited to let me know that you found me here.
Have a good night you all, waiting to chat more with all of you.
Master F
I come here
to share some of my thought cause I’m about to be 33 and I beliebe it’s a
special number.
It’s been
several years now since I officially became a CashMaster, I was obviously
always called to this cause since I was a young man I had bottoms and men at my
feet, willing to suck my cock, kiss my feet, give me their money, be controlled
by me. They always trusted me to try new things, like wearing lingerie, being
tied up, being exposed on camera, buying wine for me while they give me blowjobs,
when I think of it and how fascinating this lifestyle is I wonder…
A Master’s
birthday is a special occasion, more than special, it’s a celebration, it must
be a date to commemorate the birth of a man who was born to rule, to dominate,
to be a king for the inferior ones. I’ve always loved my birthday and how grateful
my subs have been in the past in this date and now that for the first time I’m
on this webpage and that I feel that I share this feeling with many more, I can’t
stop me from thinking… What if…?
What if I
use this page to drain all the fags in here in this special occasion?
What if
everything that I’ve been buying as a gift for me, it becomes a reimbursement from
all the slaves in here?
What if f*ggs
tips me just because I exist?
And they
know that there’s a master here who’s been using slaves for all this time and
he’s willing to continue ab*sing and hum*lliating those who are inferior.
So, I’ll be
posting links for the reimbursements, links to my wishlist and of course some
posts so you can see how much fun I have with my subs.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY TO ME.
MASTER VLAD
I’ve been on this site for a few years now, but life’s been too hectic to fully commit to everything the fags expect. Between work, personal goals, and a busy schedule, keeping up with it all just wasn’t realistic. So from here on out, I’m switching things up. I’m going to start smashing the gym like never before. Pushing harder, lifting heavier, and transforming my body every day. It’s time to take things to the next level—no excuses, just results. Let’s get it!
After all, I’m an alpha.
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