How can one appreciate the lighter aspects of the findom field,without acknowledging that a darker side exists? Sort of like the seedy side streets of a phenomenally beautiful city. Sometimes one must experience the not so lovely aspects in order to gain appreciation as well as to see the value of that which is worth pursuing.
Some will gloss over the disturbing facts that not all is happiness and sunshine in the findom fief,but why? I can only assume that we are advised to hush about that which does not evoke all of those delicious delights of the flesh,because the unsavory taste of such scares away the bees correct? Oh alas what a pity,it nearly breaks my cold heart,that my life is based upon a reality not erected upon catering to erections,one which deflates males jerking responses. Should I apologize,I think not.
By sealing our lips,are we not promoting the one dimensional persona that permeates and perpetuates that dominant women are not real people. Like an act affected,a role where the actress must look,and act in a predetermined manner. I ask you this,how the hell is it dominant being thrust into denying your humanity?
I dare one single individual to step up and deny that they have ever endured a moment of unhappiness,misery,physical pain,or plain emotional angst in their entire lifetime. It will never happen. Why? Because it would be a lie of monumental proportions...and after all who wants to be labelled a liar?
There are a multitude of reasons for developing a time of transitory displeasure within this often judged fetish.From without the glass peeking in,it all appears so shiny and awe inspiring,but upon closer inspection there is no denial that it is a roughly competitive arena to a great degree. How can something so very precious such as serving a dominant become so vile? Lets take an in depth look shall we.
I have seen profiles,and posts by the thousands,and interacted with roughly half that number,which if I were to take what I see and hear to heart,then I would have faded into the memories of past long ago. Obviously the fact that I am in my 30's makes me an undesirable potential Domme to the majority which seek out my young to life sisters,and that actually suits me fine,for why would I ever desire to be near those whom are so very close minded that they cannot see beyond their own eyes in regards to the beauty of experience and wisdom? It is only the juvenile mind which is hindered by the bedazzlement of the surface,and it is not a youth that I would take beneath my heel.
Services,services,services. Why is there a market for such? It comes back to the male mentality of entitlement,selfishness and insecurity. In a free market is there not movement to encroach into in demand areas? We call it customer-client exchanges. Do companies produce goods for the resale value,or for their own pleasure,well of course to make money dummy. Does this equate into you serving the company when you buy their product,NO. You may increase their bottom line profit,but you are not doing them a favor. You purchase the product for your pleasure only. Now how does this figure into findom? How many males buy clips or cam sessions? In fact how many of these same males feel entitled to calling the shots since they are paying for time and attention as a customer? I would love to see some actual figures,but I doubt that they would shock me,as I see this exact type of behavior daily. Can you see how this would be less than pleasing to a Domme whom offers no services,yet has need to explain it on a continuous basis that the words service and services are not interchangeable? I offer no services,but I expect service. Makes sense to a single celled amoeba,so why is it that it is not comprehendable to the majority?
Liar liar cheap pants on fire. What delight does one take in the repetitive rounds of worn out lose pocketed lies which befall from the lips of the hapless and hopeless? You cannot elevate your status with worth not your own,so for the love of all that you hold holy,cease and desist. Accept that poor is not a pretty adjective in a realm where coin has more meaning than willing flesh. There is a place for you,but it will not be named findom. Life is finite,so waste not yours where appreciation will not be yours.
For the faithless and oath breakers,they sincerely do reserve a seat for you in hades. Hurry before your spot is taken :) In olden days,your word was your bond,and truly some things never go out of style. Be honest,be real,and maybe one day redemption shall be yours,but along that road keep yourself true to that which falls from your tongue. Make not a commitment which you cannot or will not keep. It is your reputation that suffers with broken promises.
See you now why a bad day can be had for a lady of findom? The ugly truth is that just as in the vanilla setting,there are liars,losers,unfaithful,insulting and vulgarly demanding trolls,and yes being subjected to this behavior day in and day out is bound to produce a day of less than suzy sunshine happiness. The only redeeming glimmer is the hope that one day along will come those whom actually get what it means to be submissive. Ask yourself this,will your behavior bring to the equation light and smiles,or the darkest of frowns?
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