As soon as I moved into my college dorm, I knew I had power over my roommate’s dad. He was a successful businessman, always dressed in expensive suits and exuding confidence. But whenever he visited, his eyes lingered on me a little too long, his compliments a little too suggestive.
I decided to test the waters one day when he came to pick up my roommate for the weekend. As he stood in the doorway, I casually mentioned how expensive my textbooks were and how I was struggling to make ends meet. His eyes lit up, and he offered to help me out with some extra cash.
From that moment on, I knew I had him wrapped around my findom princess finger.
I started dropping hints about designer clothes I wanted, lavish dinners I wanted to try, and exotic vacations I dreamed of taking. And like a puppet on a string, he eagerly fulfilled my every desire, showering me with gifts and money.
But it wasn’t just about the material things. The thrill of knowing I had this powerful man wrapped around my little finger was intoxicating. I would tease him mercilessly, wearing skimpy outfits and sending him suggestive texts late at night. I knew he was obsessed with me, and I loved every minute of it.
As our findom relationship deepened, the power dynamic shifted even further.
I would make him kneel at my feet, worshiping me like a goddess. I would demand he transfer large sums of money into my bank account, just to prove his devotion. And he would obey without question, desperate to please me in any way he could.
But as much as I enjoyed the financial domination, there was always a part of me that felt guilty for taking advantage of him. He was a good man, after all, just caught up in his infatuation with me. And as much as I reveled in the control I had over him, I knew it couldn’t last forever.
However, I continued to manipulate him, pushing the boundaries further each time. I started to make demands that were increasingly unreasonable, knowing he would do anything to keep me happy.
I would threaten to expose our relationship to his family and ruin his reputation if he didn’t comply with my wishes. And he would cave every single time, too afraid to lose me and everything we had built together. The guilt nagged at me, but I couldn’t stop myself.
The rush of power was addictive, and I was too selfish to let it go. I watched as his life slowly unraveled, his business suffering, his relationships crumbling, all because of me. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I was too consumed by my own desires to think about the consequences of my actions. I saw the pain and devastation in his eyes, the realization that I had used and manipulated him beyond repair.
And couldn’t help but grow hornier and hornier. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced. Now, I crave it more than anything.
Danielle
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