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jessykapower posted an update
a year ago (edited)
363 PointsWhen he explained it, I was utterly confused. “A finsub?” I repeated, staring at him like he had just invented the word on the spot. He nodded, his demeanor both humble and eager, as though he had been waiting for this conversation.
“Yes,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with reverence. “It means I find fulfillment in giving. To someone deserving, of course. To you.”
I blinked, unsure whether to laugh or bolt out of the snack bar entirely. “So, you’re saying… you want me to keep taking your money? And that makes you happy?”
“Not just happy,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes lighting up. “It makes me complete. You don’t understand, but I’ve been searching for someone like you for a long time. Someone… worthy.”
Worthy? Me? I had just gotten back from Rome on this man’s dime and still hadn’t fully processed it. My friend Suzi had teased me about it the entire week. “You’ve got a sugar daddy,” she’d laughed. But this wasn’t sugar daddy behavior—this was something else entirely. Something… different.
“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts. “I mean, I didn’t ask for this.”
“You didn’t have to,” he replied simply. “That’s the beauty of it. I don’t expect anything from you. Just… allow me the privilege of giving.”
It was bizarre, surreal, and yet… oddly flattering. The way he spoke, it was as if he truly believed I was above him, someone to be admired, even worshipped. I had never thought of myself that way, but his unwavering gaze made me start to wonder. What if I could embrace this? What if I could step into this role he seemed to see in me?
“So… this whole finsub thing,” I said cautiously, my curiosity taking over. “Does it have rules? Like, what’s the catch?”
“No catch,” he assured me. “The rules are whatever you decide. You’re in control. Always.”
I paused, letting his words sink in. Control. The idea felt foreign yet thrilling. I had spent my entire life scrambling to make ends meet, taking orders, and catering to others. But now, here was this man practically begging me to take the reins, to take from him—freely, unapologetically.
I tilted my head, studying him. “And this… makes you happy? Giving me everything you can?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “You deserve it. You’re… extraordinary.”
For the first time, I smiled, not out of politeness but out of a sudden realization. Maybe I could get used to this. Maybe, just maybe, I had stumbled into something that could change my life forever.
“Well,” I said, crossing my arms and leaning back against the counter. “If that’s the case, you’d better get used to being very generous.” His eyes lit up, and for the first time in years, I felt what he had described so effortlessly: power.
