Bred by the Findom Influencer

I have a bad habit. I need to quit.

It was a lazy afternoon when it started. I stumbled into the dark world of online findom.

I swore it off—said I’d never return.

But it crept back into my life. It’s different this time though. Deeper. Rawer.

He’s a social media star. Squeaky clean on the surface, but there’s something frightening under the beauty. He made me get a job delivering food. I’m failing my classes. I’m lying to my parents.

And now, he wants me to go deeper. He knows a way to maximize my value.

There’s no going back after this.

My bad habit…

…I’ve relapsed.