I am Sophia, Findom, Femme Fatale: the one you have always dreamed of, but also wishing you never met….
See deep into my dark brown eyes and dream about my curvy body, you will feel weak and trapped… as I will drain you for everything you have got. See, for me findom is so much more fun when my pay piggies are desperately crying.
I’ve been treated like a princess as long as I can remember, so don’t be surprised if I take it as a natural part of my life. I have always got things just as I have demanded. I have always lived a life of luxury, driving the nicest cars and going on the most expensive, exclusive holidays.
Because of this lifestyle my arrogance towards men has only grown. When men try to impress me, the only thing going through my mind is: ‘what could this guy offer me what I don’t already have?’. And believe me, my slaves, I have become very creative, when it comes to testing your devotion. So, I started playing with men because I couldn’t take them seriously anymore. I would demand them to only call me Princess or Queen, some would stare at me cluelessly like a deer in headlights, while others would just start to call me their Queen so naturally.
It was all just fun and games until my first real findom experience. It started at a party, where some random guy asked me if he could give me a tribute for my presence. I am familiar with you guys and your pathetic one-track minds, so naturally, as I wasn’t born yesterday, I assumed that his pathetic little dick was somehow involved in the equation when he proposed something like that. So, I did what any self respecting woman would do, and I told him to go fuck himself.