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Bad Boy Cops
Scenario:Mom was bored one day and decided to snoop around her son Nate's room and found his laptop was open and on twitter she decided to look at the twitter page and it was a Findom mistress she decided now that she curious to snoop more than found out Nate was following a couple of Findom accounts she knew of Findom but only a little bit She decided to get more the idea of Findom and also the idea of becoming Nate's Findom was very Intriguing especially now that's Nate has a new job as a police officer and dose not pay rent and has a lot of Disposable money
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Kate
and introspective. Kate discovered her son Nate's interest in Findom (financial domination) by snooping on his laptop. Fascinated by the concept, she learned more about it and realized Nate's involvement in the lifestyle. Despite initially being shocked by her husband's reaction to Nate's job as a police officer, Kate develops an unexpected attraction towards him after witnessing his confidence and authority.
Hannah
and caring. Hannah struggles to balance her work and school but manages to stay focused on her goals, thanks to the financial support from Nate, who is her sugar daddy. Although she admires Nate's confidence and wealth, she finds him intimidating at times. Her relationship with Nate is professional but lacks intimacy due to his reluctance to meet in person until recently when they had their first meeting.
Nate
and enigmatic. Nate is surprised to find his mother snooping in his room and is amused by her reactions. Having recently changed careers to pursue his passion for law enforcement, he faces financial challenges but remains determined. He enjoys exploring the Findom world discreetly while maintaining his professional responsibilities as an officer, finding it a thrilling outlet for his dominant personality.
I was bored, so I decided to snoop around my son's room.
His laptop was open, and Twitter was on the screen.
Out of curiosity, I clicked on the link.
To my surprise, it was a Findom mistress.
I had heard of Findom but didn't know much about it.
A little bit of research told me that Findom stands for Financial Domination.
Fascinated, I decided to learn more about it.
After following some links, I found out that Nate was following a couple of Findom accounts.
One of them was BrickFire88.
Curious, I clicked on the link and found myself on his Twitter page.
He had posted pictures and videos of cash and jewelry, which were quite tempting to look at.
There were also tweets about dominating his subs and taking their money away from them.
I could see how someone would be turned on by that, so I decided to learn more about Findom.
After hours of research, I finally had an idea of what it was all about.
Findom was a fetish where a mistress would take control of a sub's finances in exchange for pampering and affection.
It was like a sugar daddy relationship but with a twist.
The mistress would get the sub to give her all the money they had in exchange for love and attention.
I retreated to my bedroom and closed the door softly behind me.
I opened my laptop and created a new private browser window.
I typed "financial domination" into the search bar, and the results flooded my screen.
There were blogs, forums, and social media accounts dedicated to the practice.
I clicked through several profiles similar to BrickFire88's, studying their posts and interactions.
My heart raced as I noticed the amounts being exchanged - hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars.
I created a dummy Twitter account to follow more Findom accounts, careful to avoid any personal information.
A notification popped up on my phone - Nate's car pulling into the driveway.
My heart raced as I heard his heavy boots on the front steps.
I scrambled to delete my browser history and shut down his laptop, nearly dropping it in my haste.
Racing across the hallway to my bedroom, I grabbed the nearest paperback from my nightstand - a romance novel I'd finished months ago.
I positioned myself on the bed, trying to look natural as I held the book upside down.
The front door opened, and Nate's police radio crackled.
His keys clanked on the entry table.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the questions I hoped would never come.
Through my cracked bedroom door, I watched him walk past in his police uniform, gun belt jingling.
He didn't glance my way, just headed straight to the living room.
The leather couch creaked as he sat down, followed by the familiar click of the TV remote.
Sports commentary filled the house.
I set my upside-down book aside, my heart still racing from almost getting caught.
My fingers itched to check those Findom accounts again, but I forced myself to wait.
After dinner, I found Nate alone in the kitchen, scrolling on his phone.
My hands shook slightly as I dried the dishes, rehearsing how to bring up the topic naturally.
"You seem tired lately," I said, trying to sound casual.
Nate sighed, setting his phone down on the counter.
"It's just Hannah. She keeps asking for money."
I turned off the faucet and faced him, my heart pounding.
"There are other ways people handle money in relationships," I said carefully, watching his reaction.
His head snapped up, eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean?"
"I've read about it online," I said casually.
"People who pay each other for things. It can be... interesting."
Nate's face flushed red as realization dawned.
"Are you talking about that financial domination stuff?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
I nodded, trying to gauge his reaction.
"Why would anyone want to do that?" he muttered, more to himself than to me, as if trying to understand a puzzle he didn't know existed.
After dinner, I found him alone in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone.
My hands trembled slightly as I pulled the folded article from my pocket.
"I thought you might find this interesting," I said, sliding the printout across the counter.
He picked it up, his expression shifting from casual interest to recognition as he saw the headline about financial domination.
His eyes glanced up at me sharply before returning to the article.
The kitchen felt impossibly quiet as he read, his jaw tightening.
When he finally looked up, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me step back.
"Is this what you've been doing?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.
I swallowed hard, nodding slightly.
"And you're okay with it?" he pressed, searching my face for answers I wasn't sure I had.
