A Worry

I worry that I’m a fake. That I’m just trying to convince myself that I am Domme, that I can actually own someone the way I want to own them without letting them down.

If you knew the kind of sub I was, you might understand. Let’s just say it fit me well. Really well.

There is a part of me that believes I can make a damn good Domme — it’s just going to take a lot more effort because I’m not a natural.

I don’t know what else to say…

I just want to get these feelings out in the open where they can’t hold me down anymore.


Growth Hurts – in a bad way with a (hopefully) good outcome

I have been in this self-growth stage for a while now. To be honest, I’m tired of it. I am ready to be the person I want to be. Well, that’s not entirely true, if I was ready, I would be the person I want to be. The problem is, I don’t want to see how I let myself down, how I got myself in this mess, how I had it all wrong.

*sigh* But, I can’t change without looking at those things.

Taking on this new role has done so much for me. I want to talk about it, I have tried to write about it. I felt the best way to explain was to start with who I was before, so I started there. I wrote a whole post, then I listened to what I wrote. I heard it from an outside perspective. I do not like what I read. I do not want to share what I wrote.

I have shared a lot about myself on this blog and my last blog, but this… I reached some kind of limit as to how deep I’m willing to go within my broken parts. It is one thing to reflect on them by myself and a completely other thing to share them on the world wide web.

Maybe it isn’t as bad as I think.

It probably isn’t.

I can’t help but think, “What if I could help someone?”

I don’t know. Maybe one day, but today is not the day.

I can tell you that it will fuel me to be the Domme I want to be and I know I am worth more than what I once believed.

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.

Liking It; The Struggle Is Real

When one first steps into the pool of BDSM it can be quite shocking to find out that you like things that are… well… not normal things that might be considered crazy. It just might turn out that you like a lot of those not-so-normal things and start to crave them, and that can feel pretty messed up.

When you’re new it takes time for those things to sink in. It takes time for you to accept that they are okay to like and they are not bad (as long as you like it and the one you’re doing it with likes it). And, eventually, those things don’t feel so fucked up… or they may still feel fucked up, but they make sense, in a weird, fucked up way.

Submission is soooooo hard in the beginning, but it might actually be a bit harder for new Dominants… or perhaps it is equally hard, and it is the types of hard that are different… nevertheless, it is hard.

I will just talk about “liking it” in this post.

We are taught to treat others the way we want to be treated. Hurting people is bad. Making fun of people is bad. Using people selfishly is bad. This does not mesh well with Dominance, at all.

Even I, who had a few years of submission under my belt, had trouble accepting that it is okay to like it. I know how submission works, I know why it works, I know what makes it thrive… I knew this, yet, I still felt guilty for doing it, for wanting it, for getting turned on by it, as a Dominant.

“I should not like these things,” ran through my head regularly. It is not easy to keep Dominating when you feel like it shouldn’t be okay.

I experienced a recoil, of sorts, often. I would do Dominant things and it was so wonderful in the moment. I would be stretched out in a good way, but then afterwards, I would start to really think about what I had done and how much I liked it. I would start to feel really fucked up, that’s when I would recoil. Same thing happened to me as a sub, but this time, I was the Dominant doing the “dirty work.” And, if I stopped, it all stopped, and I did not want it to stop. There was no “just do what I’m told, push through.”

I hate to admit it, but I can remember many times, as a submissive, thinking, “Why is it so hard for him to xyz?” … “Why doesn’t he just xyz?”

Yeah, my bad.

So, how did I get past it?


Not giving up.

Figuring out that it is truly okay, as long as the one I’m doing it to, wants it.

And, the most important (in my eyes), a wonderful submissive (not my husband!) that encouraged my Dominance. He managed to give me a spot to build a foundation without pressuring me into it. He never made me feel like I was doing something wrong or that I needed to be more than what I was in that moment (I did want to be more, I still want to be more, but that’s another post). His acceptance of me allowed me to accept myself.

Side note: Kinda neat how that acceptance works both ways.