It's harmless... a tiny amount. An amount so small that, even if sent over and over again, won't even make a dent in your wallet. But sometimes it's easy to overthink it; that fear of relapsing so hard you become filled with regret. Don't worry; that's why I am here to help and encourage you on the right path;)

You've been a very good girl for me today. Staying at home all day, diligently cleaning every corner, making sure every room meets my standards while simultaneously sending me as much cash as I want to enjoy my day out. You've made me so proud, and after all that passionate effort, you deserve a reward... Getting to worship my feet and everything that I wore throughout the day. From inhaling my heels to licking my stocking-covered toes, all the way down to my bare soles.

What a lucky kitten you are;)

Welcome back to findom counseling.

You're only a few sessions in, and the urge to relapse is rising. No need to worry; this was expected. Fighting it will only fuel this desire further and eventually lead to a regretful sending spree. Don't worry, Dr. Ivy has the answer.

A small controlled relapse.

Under my trusted guidance, I’ll command you on how to send and how much. Just turn your brain off and listen to my voice. You’ll feel better in no time. I mean, after all I’m your counselor... You can trust me;)

You've yet to reach your full finsub potential. Don't worry, I'm here to fix that.... Waking up naked in chastity was not how you saw our little cashmeet going, but after seeing you tremble on your knees, handing over what's mine, I knew it was time to put the cage on... permanently. Now you'll begin to understand the sending IS stroking.

Starting the day the perfect way. Teasing you and allowing you the privilege of worshipping my feet. Letting you watch as the morning light dances across my pale, slender feet and cherry red toes. Slow, intentional movements and my calm, sensual voice telling you exactly how I want you to worship my feet. No added sounds, no music.. just the sound of my voice and the day outside.

You are a weak, worthless little loser who gets triggered by a single simple action... Watching my middle finger wave in your pathetic face. It’s something so simple and yet it reminds you of your place and you can’t get enough of it.