There’s a part of you, maybe the part that’s gooning away right now, that LOVES being called an ADDICT, and wallowing in this findom addiction. And then there’s another part, that awakens when the post nut clarity hits, that regrets these depraved, expensive choices and wants his ‘freedom’ back. I have a solution. Simply max out your credit card on me. Mmmhmm. Oh, it’s not a trick…this makes sense, see? You physically won’t be ABLE to spend on me, for starters. You won’t have the means. You’ll have had your biggest rush to date, and know that nothing else could come close. You’ll probably be a little angry, at me, and yourself, and that will keep you away too. And finally, there will be distance between you and your findom fetish, because it’ll take you a long while to crawl out of that hole, after which, the craving will have waned. See? Foolproof. Unless you do something really stupid, like take out a second mortgage, or sell your car, or dip into your retirement to keep spending on me. But you’re not stupid, right? ;)