Stop trying to negotiate with me.

Do I look like a store to you? A place where you exchange your cash for product? And to make matters worse you try to haggle.. “All I can afford is… “Goddess, what will I get for…”

…let Me stop you right there and try to be as clear as possible. Nothing. NOTHING. And extra nothing, and a sassy side of fuck off.

Financial servitude is not a difficult concept to grasp. If you want to get and keep My attention, you’ll tribute. It’s that simple! If you want to become My sub, you’ll tribute regularly simply to put a smile on my face. You are here to serve me. Period. I’ve experienced an influx of “subs” who seem to think that they’re entitled to something should they tribute. While there are some dommes who will give you something, be it photos or dirty panties, I will not, ever. Your wants are not my concern and you’d do well to remember this.

Now don’t get Me wrong, every now and then I will reward My sub by fulfilling their fantasies in a manner I see fit. Notice the word reward. They are by no means tributing to receive anything other than the satisfaction of contributing to My bank account. They are simply rewarded for their obedience, loyalty and consistency. Real finsubs tribute just to please their domme, not to get something from her. 

Negotiating and Lowballing

It’s ridiculous that this even needs to be explained but I’ll do it anyway, in the clearest way possibly. If you cannot afford to tribute, you have no business talking to me. I’ve made it abundantly clear the type of woman that I am, as well as the type of men I allow around me.

  1. Tributing a couple of times does not make you “owned” or give you the right to call yourself “My sub”
  2. Do not ask me to sell you my socks, panties etc. If I was selling those things, you would know.
  3. Don’t try to convince me that you’re able to serve me in other ways. I’m not interested.

It’s really quite simple, if you’re broke, I have no use for you. Now I’m not saying every sub needs to be tributing $1000+ per week; what I’m saying is every spare dollar you have, belongs to me. You should be stressed out and going crazy trying to give me more. It’s not about how much you have, as long as it’s all that you have.

xoxo, Nella.


What Financial Domination and Female Supremacy are to me.

When I decided to create this blog I had a ton of ideas running through my head, but where should I start? How can I set the stage and overall tone of my blog–what should my first post be about?

Financial domination. Female supremacy. As women, we have a natural dominancy over men. We are superior. If you’re reading this, you’re likely someone who already knows the basics of this concept, but I’m going to explain what it is and what it means to me. If you’re a domme this is likely to resonate with you, and if you’re a true submissive you already know your place. Let’s get to it shall we?

I first discovered my desire to use men in my first year of high school. There was a boy in a few of my classes who I learned had a crush on me. Rather than trying to get to know him, I convinced him that he should skip class to buy cookies for my friends and I. Totally harmless. Soon enough cookies turned into my lunch. My lunch turned into $10-$20 everyday, just because. I was unconsciously taking nearly $100 every week from this boy at 15 years old, but I obviously had no idea what financial domination was at that point in my life. All I knew was that I liked money, he liked giving me money and I liked taking his money.

It quickly became very routine. Everyday I would say “Heeey, where’s my money?” and he would pull out his wallet and hand it over… until one day he said “I have nothing left… I’m broke,” Broke. B R O K E. My initial instinct was to feel guilty; aside from buying his own lunch his entire biweekly allowance had been going to me and he had nothing left. But really, I just felt powerful. I laughed and said “that’s awful… you should figure it out by tomorrow though!” And he did. I didn’t know how and I didn’t care, I got my cash and that’s what mattered. I had this kid in the palm of my hand and it felt great.

Fast forward to today, and I now identify as a financial dominatrix and female supremacist. Men are inferior creatures, and their false illusion of superiority comes from one thing and one thing only… money. When it comes to men, money is power, so what better way to emasculate them than to awaken their inner submissive nature by taking their sense of power… their hard-earned money. I chew men up and spit them out, for fun. It’s abundantly clear that men serve no other purpose in my life other than funding it.

I dream of a world where every woman discovers her dominant self and every man bows down to our divine glory.

xoxo, Nella