Month: January 2018

My Opinion About a Few Things

I think it was about a year ago, I read some comments written by a Dominant woman that really upset me. In fact, a lot of what I read on her blog made me mad. (I will not link her blog because I refuse to promote her in any way.) Every so often those comments will pop up out of my memory and I have an urge to introduce her face to my knee. Seeing as how that’s not possible, and I wouldn’t do it even if I had the chance, I will express my feelings here.

It appears that some Dominant women believe that Femdom does not have the same sexual component for women that it does for men.

Tell me what planet these women are on so I can never go there.

I am a woman and Femdom is a sexual thing for me. I dry up like the Sahara without D/s. Femdom makes me feel sexually alive and I really enjoy it in a sexual way.

However, I do believe that Femdom is not sexual for some women.

Next up…

If leadership is a burden, why the hell would you keep doing it? The responsibility of leading is heavy, but a burden? There is a person out there that is willing to follow your rules, to suffer for you, they are there to make your life easier, not to burden you. By calling it a burden, you are saying that person is a burden, that their submission is a burden. If you don’t want to have things your way, be pampered when you want, and be deeply admired and adored, by all means, stop leading. If you like those things, shut up and enjoy it.

Ugh. I want to slap her.

I want to make it clear that a Dominant woman has her rights, she can train her sub in whatever form suits her needs and wants, I will not criticize her way as long as the sub’s needs are met first. I believe the only true “wrong way” is when the sub and the relationship are damaged, and continues to be damaged, as result of of the Dominant’s actions (side note: it is possible for the sub to damage the relationship as well). If everyone in the relationship is healthy and happy, I cannot say they are doing it wrong.

Now that I have said that…

When a submissive uses degrading words to describe themselves, such as a “weak male”…

I am having trouble explaining this one.

If a Dominant doesn’t want their sub saying such things, that is their right. I can understand why they would not want to hear their sub say that, really I do, but I can’t help but wonder if they are missing the power of those degrading words.

A man is brought up to show no weaknesses — be a man, go kill a bear, don’t cry, be strong. When a man humbles himself and says he is weak or pathetic in front of a woman… that takes some major strength.

Just because I like when a man makes himself vulnerable to me in this way, doesn’t make me any less loving or less of a Dominant.

I’m going to stop right there.


I can feel this woman’s bitterness in her words. I have a pretty good idea of why she is bitter –I have experienced some of the same. Perhaps her words upset me so much because I have been a sub and I know what it feels like to have my submission under appreciated and treated like a chore. I also don’t like that she is projecting harmful thoughts out into the world where new Dommes might take on the same sort of belief system. I wish she would be more careful with her wording.


Where I am Headed

I look back at the road I have walked, all the events that led me to this place, one after the other, building me into who I am today. I do, on occasion (ahem), misread things, but this… this I feel with every fiber of my being.

I was waiting.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for, yet I could feel it creeping up on me years before it came. I could look out into the distance and I knew something was out there, a different plan or…something, seeking me, waiting for the right time.

Call me crazy, I don’t care. I know what I felt. I know what I feel.

It wasn’t something, it was someone.

I am not an easy nut to crack. I rarely give someone a chance to see me — really see me. I don’t recommend living life that way, but it is…or was… my way. I’m trying to change.

He swept in before I even knew he was there. Sneaky little thing.

I just kept talking to him through the fear, like silence wasn’t even a choice. Perhaps I had held myself in for too long and he was the one who happened to be there, caring about what I had to say. I don’t know, he probably has secret magical powers or something. Nevertheless, I do know pieces of me kept falling out (and keep falling out) and it didn’t feel wrong, like it normally does. People don’t break through me, not like that. Not ever.

I am hardheaded and broken. I have the potential to shatter at the drop of a dime. It isn’t pretty when I do, and I hurt people in the process (unintentionally). Instead of looking away, like everyone has before him, he has stayed with me, looking right into my soul — I can’t hide it from him even when I want to. Not only does he stay, but he helps me see ways I can better my life and pushes me towards them. He keeps trying even when I am reluctant. No one has ever done that for me. I honestly don’t know why he does.

This is a service that binds me to him as tightly I want him bound to me.

He saw me first, but I see him, as well. I see the little boy and the man. I see who he could be with me and what we could be together. I want that so fucking bad it hurts.

I clearly see the pieces that led me to this crossroad, too many pieces to be a coincidence. I feel an energy bouncing around inside me and it just feels like… this boy is who I was waiting for.


I have written a little bit about punishment before, but it is a topic I really enjoy talking about, so here we are.

Does D/s (or any variation of) have to have punishment?

Yeah, I think it does.

Merriam-Webster defines punishment as…

1: the act of punishing

2 a : suffering, pain, or loss that serves as retribution

b : a penalty inflicted on an offender through judicial procedure

3: severe, rough, or disastrous treatment

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t disappointing your Dom-type a painful penalty of wrongdoing? Is it not suffering? When a sub is reprimanded, isn’t that a form of punishment?

If you ask me, yes.

This is part of what makes a sub strive to be better. If there was no guilt for doing wrong, I imagine nothing would change, they would not grow. If they are not reprimanded they don’t know they did something wrong.

I don’t see how D/s can work without that. I’d enjoy hearing from anyone who has a different view.

Personally, I LOVE the more active(?) type of punishments. Spanking, beating, denying, humiliating, given a tedious task, torture of any kind… oh there are so many ways and they are all so wonderful. Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, there are probably one or two out there that I wouldn’t like to dish out. Nevertheless, it’s like being a kid in a candy store.

Punishing my sub is a way of showing I care. I want them to be the best they can be. I want our relationship to be the best it can be.

It is a way to move past the infraction. Not just for the sub, but for me as well. Guilt is a heavy burden for some sub-types to carry, how will they be able to be their best while carrying around all that weight? Well, they won’t, and I’m not down with that. If I am truly hurt or offended by something my sub does, how wonderful it will be to rid myself of that by “getting payback”!

I also think it will be great fun to put them in a situation that will end with me punishing them no matter what. You know, add a little spice to the day, just for fun.

And, not to mention, it is a HUGE turn on for me.

*dreamy sigh* I love punishments.

Just Reflecting (and some things that turn me on)

Due to what turned me on as a submissive and the kind of submissive I ached to be in my day-to-day led me to believe I would not enjoy being a Dominant. I was so sure submission was my place. At first I used my submission to play the Dominant, not be the Dominant. I wanted a Master to serve and a collar around my neck.

But then I did… stuff.

I did some mean stuff. I had massages when I wanted them. I had him dry me off after a shower. I used him sexually. I spanked him.

And, as it turned out, I really enjoyed myself and so did my vagina.

One night, I found myself dressed in nothing but heels and a strap-on, bending him over the bed and fucking his ass. I assumed I would like it, but it ended up being more than a like. I was literally dripping down my legs. I remember thinking, “What the hell is going on down there?” I also remember thinking it would be better (for me) if he enjoyed it a little less.

So, yeah…

I don’t want to be submissive anymore, but I am glad I was one.

It is interesting, the ideas I have about the way D/s works have stayed the same. And the same things turn me on, just in a different way. It also shaped some beliefs of what I see as Dominant and submissive acts.

For example, I do not plan on giving another blow job and I will definitely not allow my (male) sub to cum on my body. (My hand, okay, but that’s where I draw the line.) I gave many blow jobs as a sub, not because I enjoyed them, but because I enjoyed pleasing him, which made it an act of submission. It was humiliating when he came on my body or face. Therefore, I cannot picture myself doing either as a Domme. However!, my vagina and I are totally okay with sticking my cock down his throat and having him cum on himself.

I also still want a group of three, except now I want two subs instead of being the bottom sub.

My opinions about punishment, chores, service, etc., have stayed the same. Although they might have evolved a little.

I want to treat my sub the way I wanted to be treated. Cruelly, like a thing… because I love them.

I expect the same things of my sub as I expected of myself as a sub — to obey and be pleasing.

I could go on and on.

It’s kinda neat how things have turned out.

Coffin for One

Both of my parents taught me not to trust.

My dad taught me that anyone can be a monster. They are hiding everywhere, just waiting to strikeThey walk down your street. They shop in the same store you do. They are on the other side of the computer screen. They pretend to be your dad, when all they really are is a demon that spawned you. They are everywhere.

My mom taught me that I can’t trust anyone to be there for me. I’m on my own. Always. You are growing into a woman, you’re on your own. Your dad did something horrible to you, you’re own your own. You are doing drugs at 11 years old, that’s your choice. You keep missing school, that’s on you. Your problems are your problems, deal with them on your own, ’cause I’m going to sit here on the couch and drink my beer while I look the other way.

Not trusting is my default.

Sometimes I forget and life doesn’t seem so dark, but then, something happens (it can even be something totally unrelated) and I remember what my parents taught me.

When I am feeling good, I can tell myself, “That’s not what is happening now, you can trust, you are safe, it is okay.” However, when I am feeling down, it confirms my default setting as truth…even when it’s not really true.

I put up a wall that I don’t want to put up. It is a poison that corrupts my soul. It takes away my hope, it takes away my vision of the future, and gives me a ticket to comfortable coffin for one.