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PeonForHer -> RE: Selection criteria: findom(me)s (5/18/2016 2:22:43 PM)
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ORIGINAL: WhoreMods
Are findommes actually contacting people to demand money?
The profiles (and indeed, introductions) on here, you'd think they'd be above that...
They do, yes. I've had quite a few just recently, in fact.
It's important, though, to distinguish between two categories: the seasoned pro findommes, and the chancers who've heard that there could be easy money to be made from certain sorts of malesubs. The seasoned pro findommes won't usually initiate contact. The chancers will send out messages to *everyone*.
A lot of the chancers are what have become known as 'finducks'. They're very young, put hot pictures of themselves in their profiles, and claim to be into every known kink. They'll post pictures of themselves, standardly, sucking in their lips like a duck and doing what is known in the Colonies as a "double bird". They're not above anything at all. They're just young women who've recently discovered malesubs and think there's some easy money to be made from them.
I have absolutely no idea if their strategy works or not. It's all an alien world to me. But as some - e.g. Akasha - have pointed out, malesubs who are into that sort of thing can get their jollies without ever paying a penny. All they have to do is write a grovelling email to the relevant finduck, which will elicit a scathing reply - and that's them, jollies satisfied. And then they go on to the next finduck. It's like porn, really - who needs to pay for it, these days?
The malesubs who want to be properly dealt with, though, will look for something entirely different. I've met malesubs who want the *absolute living shit* beaten out of them. They'll go for the pro real-thing type findommes, and will be glad to pay the price. The ones I've met who are into that have been utterly straightforward about it. They don't play games and will have a keen sense for providers who don't play games either. I've learned to envy them, in a strange way. They've always seemed so clear about things, to me: as long as they can get the merry hell beaten out of them, they're happy, and that is that. I wish, sometimes, that life could be so simple for me.
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