The thought of handing over control your wallet to a beautiful woman is beyond thrilling. The money you've toiled and slaved to make, gone with just a smile and a word from my beautiful lips. Stripped of money, stripped of power, reduced to a human ATM. Yet the reality of becoming a pay piggy is overwhelming. You just can't take that plunge. Stroke for me. Pull out that credit card. You're going to pay for the privilege of your orgasm today with just a small tribute. Merely the cost of a cup of coffee. But it's not the amount that matters, it's the rush of giving it to me, just because I ask for it. That very first taste of findom is more powerful than you ever anticipated. It's euphoric. It's the birth of an addiction.