Born To Be Served: My Journey Into Findom and Craving Control

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I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a Findomme.

It’s something that’s always been in me, long before I even knew the name for it. That pull. That spark in the air when someone looked at me like I was everything. The way they listened, the way they wanted to please, the way they reacted to my words like I had full control over them. Their mood, their mind, their wallet. Back then, it wasn’t about the money. And honestly? It still isn’t.

Yes, I expect to be tributed. Yes, I demand respect, time, and devotion. But for me, it’s about energy. That push and pull. That chemistry. That irresistible feeling that I’m not just wanted… I’m needed.

Power isn’t about screaming the loudest. It’s not about being cruel or bossy or “mean” for the sake of it. It’s deeper than that. It’s about knowing who I am and never dimming it.

There’s something magnetic about being confident in your presence. About setting boundaries and watching someone thank you for them. About having people want to prove they’re worthy of being near your energy. That’s what I crave. That surrender. That craving to serve. Not because I force it but because something about me calls it out of you.

For me, communication is Queen. I'm a huge believer in communication. Always have been. That means understanding your limits, your needs, your emotional triggers. I don’t play dumb mind games. I play real ones — the kind that wrap around your brain and keep you coming back.

There’s power in knowing someone deeply. It means I can control you in all the right ways. Mentally, emotionally, financially. Not randomly… but intentionally.

Because when you give me that trust, I don’t waste it. I use it to build something so much more intense.

Craving Is a Language of Its Own. You know what really gets me? That aching need some of you have. That feeling like you’ve been holding back this part of yourself, and suddenly… I give you permission to release it. That’s the magic. Not just being desired, but being craved. Being so deeply rooted in someone’s thoughts that they reach for their card without thinking. That they hear my voice when they make a choice. That their pleasure starts and ends with my control.

And honestly? I love that. I need that. I thrive off that kind of obsession, the kind where I’m not just a Domme… I’m the centre of your world.

This Isn’t a Persona. It’s Me. This isn’t an act. It’s not a role I slip into. It’s who I’ve always been.

Some of us are built to lead. Built to be adored, worshipped, and obeyed. We don’t demand attention, we attract it naturally. We walk into a room and the air shifts. I’ve accepted that. I’ve owned it.

And now? I use it to create something powerful with the right submissives. Something honest. Intimate. Addictive.

If you want me, really WANT ME… You show up ready. You pay attention. You listen, learn, and obey. You understand that I’m not here for shallow flattery. I’m here for devotion. And if that scares you? Good. Because real submission always feels a little terrifying, right before it turns into the most freeing thing you’ve ever done.

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