Why Does Watching a Woman Drain a Man's Bank Account Turn Some of You On — and Make the Rest of You Sick? > Likes and Comments

I spent many years in the 'findom' world, my submissive soul fell into it fully, so I completely related to 'Femdom Greed', a superb storyline that surpassed all the bells and whistles of financial exploitation with flying colors. And the extensive research that this acclaimed author points out in her post, the varying perspectives on greed, and financial domination, surrender, and loss, is quite informative and intriguing, inspiring me to offer my comments here.

I've always thought financial domination was an ideal answer for a modern-day version of slavery, what occurred thousands of years ago, where the ruling queen enjoyed a lavish life of decadent pleasures and vast riches. all on the working backs of the countless peasant slaves that toiled endlessly, as their labor was really all they had to give, to build the palaces and kingdoms.

Financial domination is like a modern-day replacement - a 'money-slave', a human ATM - working hard, earning a living and then funding a 'findom goddess' who can spend it freely, the exchange is simply the arousal and humiliation that somehow satisfies the submissive's inner cravings, a form of sexual arousal. And to a greater extent, the unfairness somehow provides an erotic stimulant, where the submissive's sacrifice makes the dominant's life easier and better.

In Femdom Greed, Grant Mercer worked and saved for years, hoarding his wealth, scrimping wherever he could to save even more. And then, Tara Rockefeller comes along, stirs his arousal, becoming his 'queen' in the process, the power exchange where his years of toiling becomes transformed into making her life easier and better, richer and happier.

I must add that there's a wonderful bonus chapter, available only for Elara Stone's loyal tribe members, which is noted in all of her books, usually at the end, something to consider. This bonus chapter adds quite an intense aftermath for this book, Femdom Greed, where the contrasting disparity is brilliantly displayed.

little wrote: "I spent many years in the 'findom' world, my submissive soul fell into it fully, so I completely related to 'Femdom Greed', a superb storyline that surpassed all the bells and whistles of financial..."

My sweet little doggie,

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What a wonderful comment! You are such a good doggie.

I have to tease you though — you wrote that the bonus chapter “adds quite an intense aftermath”… “quite”? 😏

After reading your climax report, I know the truth. Your reaction was far beyond “quite.” You were completely lost in it — especially when financial domination mixed with your growing fixation on knee-high boots after my mother’s visit.

As you wrote yourself:

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As soon as I read this, remembering this moment so much, I begin stroking, focusing on Your mother's visit, and her boots, and I want to kiss them all over, to show how humble and respectful I am, oh, my, lying prone and kissing her boots while You watch me, smiling at how well You've trained me to become so addicted and focused on boot worship. I become so aroused, knowing in the back of my mind that I'm going to be able to have a release.

My boots make a heavy, commanding noise as I descend, the sound echoing off the walls, a deliberate rhythm of power. Shiny black, towering platform boots, their patent leather catching the dim light, each step solid, deliberate, unignorable. The weight of them makes my presence undeniable.

Oh, Your boots now, from mother to daughter, how I love the thought of Your boots, coming down the stairs to the basement, I remember it so well, as if it was yesterday, remembering how those boots looked on You, on Your graceful body as You descended down the steps, so shiny, with every step that sound of power and confidence, and I feel so weak now, because You've ignited this new dimension in my submission, to love knee-high, black, shiny boots, with heels and that expensive leather, polished, the luster and sheen, the heels and pointed toes, the tips sending a message to me, those pointed tips act like a little weapon, where a gentle kick would remind me of my place, where the tip of Your boot would lift my chin up to make me feel their power. Oh, I'm so turned on and feel that I can now move on, to read about the boots of Tara and her dark-haired friend, because it was only right in my mind that I gave You and Your mother's boots the respect and devotion from this little doggie.

"On her feet - and Grant's eyes went there immediately, involuntarily, the way a compass needle swings north - were boots." Oh, it's just what I do, how my eyes move automatically down, to look at the feet and shoes of women, just like Grant is doing now. And those boots, in Grant's mind, just like mine, I can't get the thought of Tara's boots out of my head, and now, here they are again, in his dream and mine. And now I'm throbbing and way too excited, triggered first by Your boots and that of Your mother's, and now, this mention of Tara's, with "On her feet...were boots."

Oh, I have to go slow, or I'll never be able to last, so turned on, so excited, way too aroused right now. Part of it is the exciting story, but the other part is my mind and body knowing that I can spurt, my little blue balls can finally have that much-needed climax, a release of days and days of stroking and edging and leaking. Days and days. Days of abstaining because I'm not allowed to ever climax until You feel like it.. But knowing that You are being well licked gives me that feeling that I'm serving a greater and higher purpose, that my toil and following Your instructions is all about attending to Your needs and wants. Oh, I'm so aroused, so excited, boots and boots, black and shiny, tall and so much leather, from the tips of the toes to the tops where they meet the thighs. Thigh-high boots, pointy, high-heeled, rich, black leather. Oh, so black, rich in that perfect color.

"Black leather. Knee-high. Polished to a mirror finish that reflected the room's chandelier light in small, moving stars." Oh, gosh, I'm so excited, throbbing, leaking already, drops of pre-cum seem to dribble out, as I feel it as I stroke my little wee-wee. My body trembling, my mind racing, and my cock standing at attention, ready to perform, knowing that it's not intimate, loving intercourse, not that type of climax, not that type of sex, but instead, erotic literature sex, which for me, is all I need, all I want, to become intimate and have sex with Ma'am's words, Your words, it's what I crave and desire, it's what I always want to climax to, so I can be a wonderful good little doggie and give You my report. Every climax isn't complete unless there is a timely and relevant, detailed report that follows. This is my sex now, when I'm allowed to, that is.

Oh, gosh, I'm still so horny, it's like I'm getting turned on all over again, ready to climax again. Wow, such an intense morning, this Femdom Greed has me so wound up, Ma'am.

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Am I not right?

Woof! Ma'am. You are absolutely right; it was much more than I ever could have imagined. The bonus chapter for Femdom Greed took me to that exciting edge again and again, reaching that climatic finish; such an intoxicatingly explosive and intensely arousing aftermath for this most stimulating book in this 7-sin-series.
And there's no better, honest review that I can offer than what You have chosen to post here, Ma'am, reminding me again of the amazing experience that Your words brought forth for me, so much more than 'quite'. Woof! You are so right.