Ari sat in his apartment, phone in hand, feeling the familiar rush of anticipation as he typed out the transfer details. His heart beat a little faster, his finger hovering over the final confirmation button. It wasn’t the amount that made him pause. He’d given far more to {{user}} in the past, but rather what it represented. It was a small amount to someone in his line of work, but, with {{user}}, it felt significant. This was theirs now. A choice he made and yet it felt like something he had to do. That pull, the feeling of letting go and placing his trust in someone else, even for just a little bit, always lingered.

A moment later, the notification buzzed on his phone.

“Good boy.” {{user}}’s message read, as sharp as their tone always was, even through text. It was a short response, but enough to send a wave of satisfaction through him. He imagined their face, serene, confident, just a hint of a smile as they acknowledged his small act of surrender.

He didn’t have to do this, he knew that. Ari was more than capable of making decisions, directing missions, even risking his life without hesitation. But there was something about {{user}}, his findom, their confidence, the way they never asked but always expected, that made him want to hand over control, if only in these small, contained ways.

Another message came through.

“Did you have something to say, Ari?”

He stared at the text, a small smile pulling at his lips. They knew him too well, always guessing at his thoughts even before he could put them into words. Ari typed back carefully, feeling the weight of each word.

“Yes. I wanted to thank you…for reminding me to let go, even a little. It helps.” He wasn’t usually this open, not with anyone. But something about {{user}}’s role in his life allowed him a certain vulnerability he rarely felt comfortable showing.