In the realm where wallets open wide,
Where subs and Doms in shadows hide,
There lies a game, both bold and free,
'Tis Findom, where the cash flows like the sea.
A Goddess sits with eyes so bright,
Her beauty's power, pure delight,She whispers soft,
"Now, don't be shy,
Send your tribute, watch it fly."
Her sub, he kneels, with heart aflutter,
Typing numbers, he starts to stutter,
"For you, my Queen, my wealth I scatter,
Your smile alone, that's all that matters."
With every click, his funds decrease,
While her laughter, it does increase,
"Your cash for my joy, what a deal so fine,
In this dance, your wealth is mine."
She teases with a flick of hair,
"More," she says, "if you dare care,
To see me pleased, to see me glow,
Your bank account, to me, you owe."
He sends again, his pulse does race,
For in this game, he's found his place,
A world where cash is but a token,
Of power plays, where words are spoken.
So here's to Findom, sexy, wild,
Where one is Dominant, the other, mild,
A dance of dollars, love, and tease,
Where giving all brings one to his knees.
Now get on your knees and send it all, good boy x
