For more than 30 years I have participated in BDSM/kink/femdom/findom. What started out as an innocent fetish for nylons became such a part of my being. I have never had anyone to tell. Now as my health turns, I will confess those In this space.
She knew where I was as I told her but didn't care and pushed. It was the most vulnerable I have felt. I quit for months after that and recovered kept my foot and rehabbed. I could bring myself back to health but couldn't shake how that findom scenario felt.
I would say my low point in findom was in 2023, I was in a hospital bed with an infection and could have lost my foot. A woman who I have served was out for a birthday dinner and stepped on the receipt while in her nylons for me to pay... And I did.
2 of them enjoyed the attention considerably and couldn't get enough. I would buy them shoes, nylons, introduce them to little fun aspects or games of findom. I have been in contact with both for more than 15 years.
I probably never was attractive but was always outgoing, funny, kind in real life I had and at time stuff have a very larger than life personality. I would be flirty, fun, teasing especially with women in nylons that I worked with.
A number of times. At least 4 maybe 5, when they flirted back, I would quickly pull away and let them know my interest wasn't going to bed with them, but I had a fetish for nylons. It would intrigue them but surprised them. Over time they would show an interest learning more.
Maybe around 2015 I really accepted submission to women as my place and purpose in life. The validation that came from it was really my only joy. Findom naturallu naturally grew with that and if this was my place, I was going to be excellent at it. And at times I was .
For me the findom aspect came and went. Kink play was something I went to to relive pressure of daily life. I always understood for my kinks I'd have to pay for a woman's time and effort. Findom for when real life events out of my control made me feel powerless/ hopeless.
Events like getting passed over for a promotion, having cancer and going through treatment getting let go from a job and having to take less to survive and provide. Then working in a position for so long in something I felt beneath me.