I'm getting pretty bored of our current arrangement here. I'm simply not satisfied with the sugaring lifestyle, and I want more. You see, I've lured you into this position. I've gotten you hooked on me, maybe even made you fall in love with me. You can't tell me no, not as long as it means you'll lose me. I want absolute control of your finances, and you're going to give that to me. You are going to become my little finsub, for me to do with as I please. No longer will I feel obligated to satisfy your sexual desires; instead, you'll be doing everything you can to keep me happy and spoiled. It was meant to be this way, you see. There's no way you could have avoided this. I'm your Findomme now.