Financial Domination Mistress in London: A discussion about findom

I’m a financial domination mistress engaging in London findom. Before I get started, I’d like to say a few things about findom or financial slavery.

Note to those interested in financial domination: If you have a desire for financial domination and to be a findom paypig, you must demonstrate good faith by making an initial payment of £50. That means as soon as you identify in your call as a financial slave, I will hang up and text you payment details. If you don’t make the payment, your number will be blocked. Lots of men phone to discuss the financial slavery fantasy, with no intention of ever following through. I learned long ago not to waste my time with such fantasists. Life is too short!

Note to those NOT interested in financial domination: I, personally, don’t buy into the concept that “my kink is ok but yours isn’t”. If you don’t want to engage in findom, then don’t. But please don’t denigrate those who do. And I promise not to insult you for wanting needles stuck in your penis or begging a woman to urinate in your mouth or paying for pro domme sessions or going behind your wife’s back to get your kicks or [insert bizarre activity here].

Financial domination exists because men seek it out, not because women do. Some women do seek it out, yes, but that’s because they know there are men out there who want a financial domination mistress. The demand (by women) was created by the supply (by men). So please bear that in mind if you are ever tempted to malign women for being findom mistresses.

Now, moving on…

My Views on Financial domination, Financial Slavery, London Findom, Paypigs, etc.

Financial domination isn’t so different from other forms of BDSM. Financial slavery is simply a different form of submission. Lots of slaves have a need for humiliation and emasculation. Some men like to be caned. Others like to have their genitals tortured. Some men like to be teased to the point of frustration. Some men like to be made to eat out of a dog dish. In financial domination, slaves, or paypigs, seek humiliation by offering their hard-earned cash to a woman they worship. As a London findom mistress, I have my own style and views about financial slavery.

Despite what some people think, financial domination / findom isn’t shallow, detached, or dispassionate. On the contrary, it is an intense form of servitude that requires trust, commitment and loyalty. It isn’t just about handing over your money. There’s not much fun in that. As a London financial domination mistress, when I take you on as a findom slave or paypig, it’s done with the expectation of your devotion, and your desire for utter humiliation. You will be handing over your manhood on a platter, for my amusement and benefit. When you submit to me financially, I want to see the desperation in your eyes, or hear it in your voice. I want to know that you’re suffering, and that you do so willingly because you adore me and want to contribute to the betterment of my life. And because you know that I am superior to you, that you are just a lowly male creature with very little purpose in life. That the way you find meaning is to degrade yourself, to me. In honour of me. The fact that you trust me and revere me enough to subjugate yourself for me is something I don’t take lightly. And I expect to be compensated for that safe space I provide you.

Having said that, there are times when transferring funds to my account with no interpersonal contact is desirable. I might be too busy to bother with you, or I might be punishing you for some infraction, which you will undoubtedly commit. Or I’m simply getting off on the sadistic nature of ignoring you whilst demanding payment. But, generally speaking, it’s so much more delicious when you express to me your soul-wrenching need to serve me and be a financial slave. Afterall, in this world, a male creature’s money is the ultimate symbol of his manhood and power. And what’s more submissive, and emasculating, than giving that up?

Findom Bondage

Being a paypig is also a form of bondage, findom bondage. Knowing that payments have to be made to your mistress on a consistent basis keeps your mind focused on your servitude every day. It can be a stranglehold on your life, if you want to take it that far. Some men seriously get off on having this obligation and responsibility. Not just an obligation like paying the mortgage, for instance, but a secret, kinky, erotic form of obligation. Emotional bondage to a woman who holds power over you and demands your submission and loyalty.

If you want to become my financial slave, paypig, cashcow, or however you conceptualize yourself, then you must make a commitment and demonstrate fierce loyalty. If you violate that loyalty, I will kick you to the kerb on your sorry arse. Loyalty and dedication are important to me. If you aren’t reliable and do what you say you’re going to do, then you are gone. Finito!

How Does Findom Work?

You may be asking yourself this very good question. The simple answer is that there is no one way to do findom. Everyone has a different personality and needs. And financial situations and resources vary. I have no interest in bankrupting anybody. And, unless you have a very healthy income, if you have dependents, I am not interested. I refuse to take food off the plates of other women and their children. That’s not the kind of financial domination mistress I am.

Findom is a form of dominance and submission. It’s not about harming people or causing serious deprivation. That’s not how I approach it anyway. I have heard horror stories about women, and have known a few personally in London, who have gone to great lengths to ruin men’s lives. That is not my goal. Frankly, I can’t understand it. I believe that BDSM, S&M, kink, female domination, femdom, findom, financial domination, etc, are all a force for good, not evil. Engaging in these forms of relationships should nourish our souls, not destroy them.

Despite those sincere beliefs, I am also a sadist, and I do take pleasure in inflicting pain. There is a difference between hurt and harm. I might hurt you til you cry in agony, but I will never harm you. I enjoy seeing a cashcow slave suffer, knowing he will be staying at home every night for a month because he’s paid my bills or bought me something special. And, oh!, how I love to humiliate you male creatures!

That brings me to the specifics of how it actually works. Not every money slave / paypig / cashcow turns over every single extra penny every single pay cheque. Here are just a few examples of findom situations I’ve had with different slaves in the past and currently:

  • A former slave would deposit £20 in my pay pa1 account for the privilege of texting and asking permission to phone me for a much-needed tongue lashing. After verbally abusing him, he would pay £5 per minute that we talked, averaging about £50. He usually did this two or three times per month.
  • There was a slave who came for cp sessions. I charged him double the tribute, because I found him annoying. I can’t remember why. I also made him bring extra cash. That cash was used to pay fines during the session. For instance, if he had begged me to beat him, then howled in pain, he had to pay a £10 fine. If he lost count of the number of lashes, he had to pay another £10, and so on. This slave would come and see me about every two months for several years.
  • There was a slave who lived in America who would arrange business meetings in London every few months just to see me. Sometimes he would spend the night in my cage, but he had arthritis, so I usually let him stay in the guest room. Hey, I’m not a monster. Anyway, he desperately wanted to make my life easier, so he paid my mortgage payments for over two years. But he also had to pay for his sessions whilst he was in town, and all my travel expenses to go see him in America a few times.
  • One slave used to buy me leather gear that he had custom made for me. I never even met him. He just wanted photos of me wearing the clothing and boots. He had to pay for my time and expense for getting to whichever taylor or shoemaker I was going to, pay for the photos, and send me a return photo of himself grovelling over my photos. He did this once per year or so for about five years.
  • A slave contacted me once and asked whether I offered personal services. I was appalled and told him he needed to compensate me for the pain and suffering he had caused with his insult, so he immediately transferred £1000 to my bank account. A few days later, he came to offer himself up for physical punishment, so I strapped him to a table in the shed (that I had at the time) and left him out there all day for his impertinence. Later that day, I tied him to the cross in the dungeon and attached ball weights gradually over 2 hours until he was in agony. After that, he sent me £600 per month, as continued penance, for about three years. This was just about all of his disposable income, so he lived like a pauper for those three years.
  • A foodie slave asked me out to dinner once. I told him it would cost him £800 (in today’s money) plus cab fare for a two-hour dinner. He was happy to pay that and to take me to some of the finest restaurants in London, easily dropping £500-600 on dinner and drinks. This went on every 4-5 weeks for about a year, then he asked me out on a date, presumably so he wouldn’t have to shell out anymore, so I kicked his sorry arse to the kerb and never spoke to him again.
  • Another slave who was a regular for about 5 years paid a lot of cash into my account over those years, close to £50k. He was quite lovely, actually, one of my favourite slaves ever. He was a serious masochist, and I used to really enjoy unleashing my sadism on him. I used to beat him until he cried and whimpered. Then he’d hug me and tell me “Thank you”. It was very sweet.
  • One especially devoted slave bought me a sports car. He adores me. He lives abroad and I grace him with my presence several times per year, at his expense of course. He always shows me a good time and dotes on me. Good boy.
  • There was once a slave who pestered me all day for attention. I allowed him to come for a session on the condition that he pay double the normal tribute for being such a pain. He was a simpering worm and had bad breath, so I told him the only way I would let him stay is if he wore duct tape over his disgusting mouth during the session. I tied him up and tortured his genitals until he gave up his pin number by tapping his foot for each digit, then I took his bank card and popped down to the cash point, withdrawing the daily maximum allowed from his account. He loved this so much, he wanked himself into a frenzy, and kept coming back about every two or three weeks for five months.
  • An eager slave with a naughty fantasy first contacted me just as Wimbledon was starting. It so happened that my tv was dying a fast death, so he sent me £1000 to buy a new television. He also sent me £10k to help me survive the pandemic. He continues to send me lump sums for the privilege of speaking to me. I’m the only one who knows his dirty little secret and he values that highly.
  • There was a slave who was rather pathetic and didn’t have much to offer in life. But he had a good job, so at least he could offer some financial support. I could tell on the phone that he was shy. When he arrived, I could tell immediately he was also a total masochist. I had barely heard him tap on the door. When I opened the door, he wouldn’t even look at me. I looked him up and down, shook my head, and said to him, “You’re a damn mess, aren’t you?” He whispered, “Yes, Mistress.” I asked him if he thought he would even survive a session with me, and he said pitifully, “Probably not.” I rolled my eyes and told him to get his money out and hand it to me, which he did. He managed to look up at me meekly for a few seconds. I took his money, boldly stating, “Pathetic! If you won’t survive, then you better go home”, and I shut the door in his face. He went home, and the next day he texted and asked if he could come round again and put money under my door, that I wouldn’t even have to talk to him. I roared with laughter! And of course, I let him. He lightly knocked on the door, but I hollered at him to fuck off, which he immediately did. This went on every day for a week, then he disappeared after that. That was one of the most amusing situations I’ve experienced. I got a real kick out of that one. I don’t know what happened to him. I never heard from him again.

So, you get the gist of how I operate as a financial domination mistress and what I enjoy regarding London findom. There are so many permutations of how it can work. I find the endless possibilities endlessly entertaining. I do get bored easily, as it happens. You slaves are often so good at keeping me amused. I do get such a kick out of being a financial female domme. Like I said, it isn’t just about the money. It’s also the adoration and subjugation that go along with it. Certainly my cup of tea!