Showing posts with label Femme Domme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Femme Domme. Show all posts

Are you really a submissive / potential pet or slave or is it just masturbation fodder?

Are you really capable of putting My needs before every single one of your own?

To think about how a situation will affect Me before how it affects you? "Will this be pleasing to DJ?" – That is what true submission looks like.

You have to want to do anything and everything, under any circumstance, wherever, whenever it is asked or demanded of you, to please Me. I must always come first. Whatever I ask of you, you must do without question, (of course contractual agreements and limits would be respected) but...could you do that?

If, despite and in spite of all the above, you still feel that it’s for you? You must always approach and interact with respect. Manners are very important – they show intelligence and sincerity as well. Stating your truth and what you're really seeking is key, answer questions from Me honestly --so we can better build our D/s bond Be yourself. Above all, be HONEST. If you lie, you’ll defeat the object of this endeavor.

Many guys twist the BDSM world for masturbation fodder, and I suppose that's ok -- but, you need to realize that fantasizing about serving Me (to get off essentially) and really putting in the work of a pet are two different things.

...but am i?

Something that came to mind today while I was on the phone and creating some mp3's. Many of my callers seem to have a genuine fear or concern that "they are the only one" that ever thought _______

9.7 /10 times they are not...very rarely does someone come up with something so out there, so unique I've not heard of it before...

so this is for you: the new caller, the new sub, the new seeker....(capitalization based on BDSM protocols) This isn't a real life conversation/poem, but it could be...my heart breaks for those that feel alone and it is one more reason I do what I do.



...but am i??

i seek to serve a Domme, one who will be my Goddess;

a beauty with wisdom beyond my comprehension.

A Woman so clearly out of my league, yet i'm compelled;

compelled to reach out to seek Her.

i find Her, a wonder with grey eyes and a quick wit.

One who speaks very matter-of-factly but isn't cruel.

but...i have a secret.

i've not spoken of it to anyone.

i like to wear panties and pretend i'm a girl.

i call this Marvel; She listens--without interruption to my tale.

i ask her rhetorically, "It seems that i must be the only one that does this??"

She is thoughtful, choosing words like daggers to throw precisely.

"No, there are many men that wish to be a woman and visa- versa.

rarely is someone so far  out there that they are the only one."

i pause...my voice cracking...."but am i?"