Findom Submissive Pig: Finding His Specialty

Some men are only good as their net worth, and this is especially true when finding a findom submissive pig.

Most findom submissive pigs have some value; they enjoy being used and finances dominated. Then, there are some men so worthless that not even their suffering pleases me. They aren’t good for sex. They tremble underneath my demands and their cocks shrivel up at the sight of a pussy.  Nor are they good for entertainment as a sissy toy. Some men aren’t trainable. Or, they’re still ugly when dressed up, and no amount of makeup and voice changing can help that.  Neither are these men good for housekeeping or handiwork. Maybe they’re all thumbs, or maybe they can’t even stay put as my personal footstool.

So what do you do with these men, who have no functions? Are they even worthy of being findom submissive pigs?

These are the kind of men whose only value lies in tributes. Their only purpose is to sponsor away their money and wallets. They aren’t worth in dominating in terms of controlling their finances, either; they are just for collecting money as their only interaction for attention.

J was one such man. He insisted he wanted to play with me, but we couldn’t find what he would be useful at. With his small dick, penetration was out of the question. Nor were his tongue skills really that great, either; everything about him sucked at sex. And when I attempted to push him towards taking it up his butt, he pushed back on me.

What good is a submissive that refuses training?

If they refuse training, they aren’t submissive at all. I made sure to emphasize this to J.

J, sitting in front of me, listens as I list off his faults. “I-I can still be useful, mistress,” he pleads. Maybe he’s already thinking of being a findom submissive pig. But I don’t even know if I want to try.  He’s sitting at my feet, while I sit on my sofa. We’ve just finished an attempt at a scene where he’s a footstool. It hasn’t gone well.  I raise my hand to rub at my eyebrow, looking down at him over my thigh-high leather boots. “How,” I ask. “You go beyond brattiness in our interactions. You won’t listen. Plus, you won’t take punishments.” I hold up a riding crop and watch him wince as I do so. “See?”

J swallows. “You could take over my-”

I slap the riding crop over the sofa’s armrest at his suggestion of being a findom submissive pig.

The sound keeps his stupid mouth from muttering. “Taking over your accounts means work, J. I’ve already invested all of this into you, and there’s no incentive for me to put up with you further.”  At first, J nods. Then, desperately, he bows his head, his face trembling and starting to tear up. It must be hard for a man to hear that his money has no effect on a woman. Still, like any sort of sub-training, we start from the top.

I run the riding crop against my lips, thinking. “We’ll start small,” I decide. “Frankly, J, you’re worthless in everything but this. So prove you can give me small amounts on the regular, and you’ll have captured my attention. Understand?”

He nods, and I permit him to grab his wallet. It’s not close to a gentle domination session, but being a findom submissive pig seems to be more his style so far. His hands tremble as he pulls out a black credit card, looking down on the floor as he offers it to me.  I reach down to take it, hearing the hitch in his breath as I do so.

This might just be our path forward.

What about your path? Do you prefer smaller tributes or do you prefer grand, overt gestures when treating your domme? Call and let me know!

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