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How lucky are you that it’s Friday? Payday for some, or a leaky savings account for others. There’s a certain tension in the air…not the chilly breeze from your morning commute, but a throb, a twitch, a misplaced thought when you should be attentive. All these pesky, such “hard” things to deal with alone. As you clock in today, you’ll think you shook it off…this unidentified urge or pulsation. Burying yourself in mundane work, hoping it’ll melt away. When your phone buzzes, you can’t help but look, even if the notification is just a community note… So, how do you end up here? You religiously search for the name, scroll deep into your following to find that one particular person. You and I both know what’s happening… so $end

One year since my first findom send is coming up and I’ve been thinking about it more than I expected. Going back to that moment still feels like accomplishment mixed with something softer I don’t really have a clean word for. The guy who sent wasn’t even that into findom. He was into me. He got me a manicure/self care set that I still use, and every time I grab it I remember that the first real send wasn’t just money. It was someone actually choosing me. I like breaking people down. That part has always felt easy. But you all still deserve a thank you for being part of this. Between the edges, the cucking, the pixelation, and the torment, I really do adore my submissives. This year didn’t make me pull back. It made me want to go further with the ones who stay. When I started I caught a lot of shit. Being faceless got me dismissed. Standing up for myself got me called difficult. Calling out obvious bullshit got me backlash from people who wanted the quieter, more available version of this. Some of that still bothers me when I think about it too long. But the money I’ve pulled can speak for itself if that’s all anyone wants to look at. The truth is this stopped being just about that a while ago. I can’t really picture my life without it anymore, and not because of the money. It’s just… part of how I am now. One year in and I’m still not done. I just know I don’t want to stop. Xo, Miss Bunny 💋

Subtle shine leads to self reflection… Thoughts can’t be scrubbed clean but boots? Possibly… Subservient tools being made useful… It’s what I do best. 🖤🐇🌀

Why findom is so addictive to me, I love watching you integrate the things I love under my direction into your life. Either way, I’m getting the things I want and you’re just a morsel to be apart of my life. You sitting there watching, lurking, telling yourself you’re just looking, that’s the part that keeps you stuck. Taking the step is what actually puts you in it. That’s how you stop being an observer and start being useful. You can create opportunities for yourself to be apart of the bigger picture, worshiping and getting that guidance you crave. Submission makes your life better because you finally have direction instead of sitting in your own head. You know what to do, you know who it’s for, and you get to be a part of something instead of just watching it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ -B$B🐇