2017 — The year I moved into my apartment. So young!
Let's Take a Stroll Down Memory lane...
It was the summer of 2017 and I was 27 years old.
I was living with a couple of my frat bros from college, had just left my corporate job, and had launched my consulting company.
In the midst of all of this, I was active in Findom and had several cash pigs, with the most prominent one being an ambitious and intelligent sub whom I had met several years back.
I’ll refer to him as J.
What started out as tributes here and there had now grown into full-blown service—I’m talking shopping, cash, certain opportunities—and by this point we had started exploring servitude beyond financial means.
This sub was eager to do things like do my laundry, clean my place, and service me like a real domestic slave.
The turning point – when a joke became reality
However, my living situation left a lot to be desired. While living with my frat bros was fun and I enjoyed a lot of debauchery with them, I knew that if I wanted to take Findom to the next level, I’d eventually need my own place complete with privacy and the whole nine yards.
It was around this time I also jokingly told J, “Hey, you should just get me an apartment. Then you’d be able to cook and clean for me like a real submissive bitch.”
Well, those words must’ve awakened something within him because just a few short months later I had moved into my own 2-bedroom apartment.
Ownership secured – my name on the lease
Being the analytical person I am, I knew I didn’t want J to simply get the apartment and then have me move in. I wanted to be on the lease and have tenant rights. This would be my apartment, not the other way around.
I was young, had left an unfulfilling (but secure) job, and had just launched a startup so my credit wasn’t the greatest, nor was my renting power the best. With this in mind, I decided perhaps J could co-sign the apartment as opposed to getting it himself, which he was more than capable of. He’s sort of a big deal (although I didn’t find out until much later).
We went this route and before I knew it we signed a year lease. In the weeks leading up to my move-in date, J took it upon himself to start buying items for my apartment.
He got all the essentials a young man would need for his very own bachelor pad—cookware, a kitchen table, a couch, a television, TV stand, lamps, curtains, even down to the paper towels and hand soap.
Items J purchased before my move in date.
My kitchen table getting assembled by J
He purchased everything down to the paper towels
J moved everything in himself!
Relaxing after a long move in date. I pointed and he orchestrated
Did any of this surprise me? No, not really. This is the sub that funded my startup, bought me my computers, and gave me a lot of invaluable business advice. So him stepping up into his new role was a seamless transition.
Move-in day – June 17, 2017
When June 17, 2017 came, I said goodbye to my bros, packed my clothes, leashed the little dog my bitch of an ex had gifted me, and moved into my very own apartment.
To say I was excited would be an understatement. I was ecstatic.
My new apartment came with two bedrooms and two baths, and right away I decided I’d use the second bedroom as my home office.
So off we went to get a big glass desk and an office chair.
100% of my office was furnished by J
The daily reality – how service became routine
My previous car which J always kept washed, fueled, and clean
We fit into our routines pretty well. I’d cook and leave the mess and then like magic things would get tidy and put away.
My fridge, no longer shared with frat brothers, would suddenly be stocked with chicken, fruits, soft drinks, waters, and everything I needed.
My car would be kept clean at all times and gas put in at least once a week.
Even the dog had opinions
Even Betsy, my evil little dog, took well to her new place. Betsy and J never did get along though. Much as he tried, Betsy would just not give him the time of the day.
I remember J sometimes not being able to go into my bedroom to get my dirty clothes because she’d guard the room.
After a year or so she largely began ignoring him. She’d lock eyes with him the second he stepped through the door, give a slow blink of pure judgment, then turn around and ignore him completely.
“What’s this guy doing here again?” She must’ve thought.
“Why does he only show up when Ed leaves?”
“Wait… is he… cleaning? For me? Weird. Just don’t touch my bed.”
Oh, if only she could talk!
Sadly, Betsy passed away in September of 2024 after many good years (a total of 7) in the apartment she helped make home.
She was not a very kind dog, lol.
Betsy lived with me here in my apartment for 7 years.
Best buds.
Fast-forward: 9 years of unbreakable loyalty
J has been my longest-running sub. I met him when I was in college at 19. The Eduardo he met was a much different man than who I am today. Young Eduardo was overly reckless, cocky, and arrogant. That version of me thought he had the world at his fingertips, and perhaps in some way, he really did.
My power was strong, but unfocused. I hadn’t yet learned adequately how to channel my strengths. Today I’ve become a man who knows what his strengths are, what he wants, and has the knowledge and experience to get it.
And the only way you get to this point is by living life and having experiences like this one with J.
23 year old Eduardo was a dick.
And cocky as fuck
This year marks year 9 of me living in that same apartment—the one J helped secure and continues to sustain. Our arrangement isn't just holding steady; it's stronger than ever. Nine years of consistent service, trust, and financial devotion prove what real submission looks like when it's built on more than fantasy or fleeting thrills.
Who really wins here?
So who is the lucky one here? I’ve asked J himself that and he simply says he’s the lucky one. There’s a certain level of trust that a Dom and sub must acquire before doing anything like this.
I’m happy to say we have it. Truth be told, if I lost my shit and went off on someone and landed in jail, J would absolutely be the person I’d be calling to bail me out.
And to that, J says he would, but only after a few weeks so that I could see “what its like when a man fucks you. Lol.” 
All jokes aside, I know he’d be there. And in fact, he has been. He was there after each and every breakup during my twenties and even thirties. Women will come and go, but your faggot? He’s forever.
J has some good jokes, haha.
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Women will come and go, but your faggot? He’s forever.
Master Eduardo - Owner of Faggots
Why most offers bore me now
I credit J with helping me remain unfazed with many offers (meet-ups) that have come my way since I started using fags. The reason being is, he has done and given me so much that almost everything else seems small in comparison.
For example, when a sub messages me and opens with, “I’d LoVe tO cLeAn YoUr ApaRtmEnT!” Or “I cAn sErVe YoU iN PerSoN!”
My first thought is ok, and? Is that all you have to offer?
Because I have an extremely capable and dedicated little faggot that does what you’re wanting to do for me on top of paying my entire rent, covering gas, food, and various other miscellaneous items and bills.
A faggot opening with these statements isn’t in it to serve an Alpha at all, but rather about them wanting to experience doing these things for a man but not offering anything else. Let me repeat that so the faggots in the back can hear it:
Master Eduardo | Fag Owner
For the idiots in the back:
A faggot opening with “I’d LoVe tO cLeAn YoUr ApaRtmEnT!” Or “I cAn sErVe YoU iN PerSoN!” isn’t in it to serve an Alpha at all, but rather about them wanting to experience doing these things for a man without offering anything else. And to that I say, keep it moving, faggot.
What are you bringing to the table?
If you’re not opening your wallet for me then you can stfu and go find another man who doesn’t have the status I do and will therefore get excited over some faggot washing two dishes.
How are you enriching my life?
Because washing dishes alone isn’t gonna do it for me. Now, if you wanted to show up with 2k in cash, then yes, we can discuss you washing dishes and being a part of my circle in person. Otherwise, if you’re wanting to meet without offering any financial value first (or let alone send a measly $25 coffee send) , go away. I literally do not have time for you.
I realize I'm an asshole, but that comes from dealing with so many idiotic time wasters out there (and it is also my personality a little bit, ha)
You don't have a shot simply because you're willing to drive to my home to clean for me. Or simply by telling me you'll "be an obedient slave"
Which, btw, the fuck does that even mean? Come with money or don't come at all.
Otherwise it's just not enough. Not here. I live in a world where I’m constantly thinking, what can you do for me?
What I actually offer — Eduardo & Co.
At Eduardo & Co., I strive to give boys structured, long-term financial control.
I do this in the form of contracts, debt protocols, weekly drains, and real financial accountability.
If you're ready to step up like J did (and still does), prove it.
Start by sending a meaningful tribute and tell me exactly how you'll enrich my empire, not by telling me “hi” or “I WaNt tO SerVE YoU iN PerSon”
If that’s your angle, then just stay in the audience.
What The Last 16 Years Has Taught Me
Unlike the loud, performative “Doms” of today — many of whom are nothing more than men playing a role — I’ve spent the last sixteen years building something real.
Half of my weekly drains and debt contracts come from so called “Doms” who eventually admit they were never dominant to begin with.
Over the years, I’ve developed insight rooted in lived experience — as a man who understands power, discipline, and hierarchy.
Here’s what those years have taught me:
Real dominance requires vision and structure. Not just taking, but directing a sub's life toward your benefit.
Long-term subs aren't found; they're forged through consistency, boundaries, and mutual investment.
The best service comes from subs who see your success as their purpose.
So if you're reading this and thinking 'I want that level of purpose,' stop thinking. Act. Tribute via Cash App ($caguy513), or send through Throne by clicking here.
I also take digital Amazon gift cards sent to eduardofinmgmt[at]gmail[dot]com
There are payment links all over this site. Use them.
You can be rest assured your money is in great hands
Remember, you’re not just sending a tribute. With me, you are forging a long-term, committed, financial relationship.
Doesn’t that just sound amazing? Prove to me that you have what it takes to join my circle.
Do I expect you to match J’s contributions in your first send? Your first month? Of course not. That would be wildly unrealistic.
The key here is simply to take action.
J set the bar high — are you even in the game?
- Master Eduardo
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Writing Soundtrack 
This post was written while listening to:
Heaven — TR/ST
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