Monday, December 14, 2015
finsub that never fails
I mentioned to my real time boy that I was feeling a bit melancholic,so what does he do...immediately rushes out to purchase a sweet little gift for me,and drops it off with my favorite gift,CASH.
This is devotion,this is adoration,but most of all,this is a boy who honestly cares about my happiness. This is how it should be.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Will I or won't I make my departure
New socks from a gent whose admiration I never question,as I know that I am first in his heart,mind,and wallet.
The rest of you are an utter example of failure,for you care not about my happiness,wants,desires,or even me myself...so to you I relay that the clock is ticking,and my thoughts lead me to consider excusing myself entirely from online domination.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
No box for me
I do not fit into the typical stereotype most males have boxed femdoms into. On a typical day you will not find me clad in leather,and heels,nor will you find me leading male pets around on a leash out in public...or any other activity you find in femdom porn. Note:Femdom videos came about in creation not to actually display reality femdom,but instead to tantalize the senses of males through their arousal thereby generating profits for their business,and a big money making business it is. One of the unfortunate side effects of viewing such media,is that now we have an entire generation seeing this as non-fiction,and it truly is not.
Femdom is not about clothing or scenes. It is about real interaction between two consenting adults,and day to day life is not conducive to the time consuming effort required to be fully made up,and clad as they are in the videos all day long caging males,fisting asses,and being this larger than life woman forcing males to enact the very fantasies that men have ejaculated to their entire lives.
Femdom is real,just not the real you imagine it to be. How do I know,well most likely due to me dominating males real time for the last 10 years. I know that I have a life outside of play,and that when I get home from work,that the last thing on my mind is recreating male flesh erecting fantasies. What does come to mind,and yes it happens...is that I expect a drink to be waiting for me beside my mail,and a warm pair of hands eager to rub my feet be waiting beside my desk as I check my emails. I also know that my satisfaction is the only satisfaction that matters to that gent rubbing my feet. If it didn't then he would not be there.
Being a femdom means that I lead the direction of the relationships I engage in,and yes I have more than one,and no they are not sexual in nature. I simply take great pleasure in having more than one gent in my service. These males have the honor of seeing me just as I am,no games of pretense. If I want to paddles their asses in my sweats then so be it,and if I feel like wearing latex while they lick my toes,well then that is what I do,but always on my terms,and never just because porn tells them that I should act this way,or dress that way to dominate them. Believe me when I say that I do not need $1000 pair of heels to bring a man to his knees,cause my naked foot kicking his groin will accomplish that deed much quicker. Get my drift?
So for the love of all that is holy,cease taking fiction as fact. Life is life,and the males in my service live it on my terms,not male dominated creation ones. Take this as a fact,I am not alone in my femdom mindset :)
Femdom is not about clothing or scenes. It is about real interaction between two consenting adults,and day to day life is not conducive to the time consuming effort required to be fully made up,and clad as they are in the videos all day long caging males,fisting asses,and being this larger than life woman forcing males to enact the very fantasies that men have ejaculated to their entire lives.
Femdom is real,just not the real you imagine it to be. How do I know,well most likely due to me dominating males real time for the last 10 years. I know that I have a life outside of play,and that when I get home from work,that the last thing on my mind is recreating male flesh erecting fantasies. What does come to mind,and yes it happens...is that I expect a drink to be waiting for me beside my mail,and a warm pair of hands eager to rub my feet be waiting beside my desk as I check my emails. I also know that my satisfaction is the only satisfaction that matters to that gent rubbing my feet. If it didn't then he would not be there.
Being a femdom means that I lead the direction of the relationships I engage in,and yes I have more than one,and no they are not sexual in nature. I simply take great pleasure in having more than one gent in my service. These males have the honor of seeing me just as I am,no games of pretense. If I want to paddles their asses in my sweats then so be it,and if I feel like wearing latex while they lick my toes,well then that is what I do,but always on my terms,and never just because porn tells them that I should act this way,or dress that way to dominate them. Believe me when I say that I do not need $1000 pair of heels to bring a man to his knees,cause my naked foot kicking his groin will accomplish that deed much quicker. Get my drift?
So for the love of all that is holy,cease taking fiction as fact. Life is life,and the males in my service live it on my terms,not male dominated creation ones. Take this as a fact,I am not alone in my femdom mindset :)
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Monday, December 7, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Making the cut
As adults we all know that to truly succeed at anything,you are going to have to work for it,and that definitely applies to becoming an owned submissive. When achievements especially those of great import come too easily to your hand,they are less likely to be fully appreciated,which is why I make those under my heel figuratively,ok sometimes literally lol sweat blood and tears to get to that acme tier of service.
I expect and accept nothing less than excellence. That does not mean that there will not be stumbles along the way,for a smooth ascent can only be golden when one falls a few times as they climb it. It instills pride knowing that one has striven and driven themselves to accomplish what they once thought the impossible,and this aids in creating a better person in the process,which is one of my goals for those who I call my own.
After all,I have no desire to have an actual loser in my stable. In my estimation a loser is one who fails to expend effort towards life at all. They are content to allow others to pave the way for them,and seek handouts at every opportunity. This is not the type of behavior that any owner would be proud of.
This post is especially directed at those that believe themselves above such expenditures,through either a sense of patriarchal entitlement,or a misplaced belief of superiority in their upbringing. When it comes to women,you as a male are entitled to absolutely nothing from us,and most definitely not from me. Even basic courtesy will be withheld if you do not portray yourself as a decent human being,and yes I have dealt with a few,maybe more than a few who act in such a manner. Women are not objects,and most certainly we are more than pretty pictures on a page. If you want to get to know a woman,to serve a Domme,then you are going to have to lose that ego that you wear on your shoulder,and accept that you are one of many that approaches daily. You need to stand out if you want to be taken seriously,which means that you will need to reach deep and find your humility,in order to come correct.
I am not intimating that one must be a doormat lacking all personality,well unless that is your thing of course,but please do be capable of holding up your end of a civilized conversation not peppered with fetish talk. There is always time to delve into the darker sides of desires,but that should not be at the forefront in an initial exchange. Be willing to prove yourself,your sincerity,and your integrity...this is what makes you shine like a diamond in the ruff.
I expect and accept nothing less than excellence. That does not mean that there will not be stumbles along the way,for a smooth ascent can only be golden when one falls a few times as they climb it. It instills pride knowing that one has striven and driven themselves to accomplish what they once thought the impossible,and this aids in creating a better person in the process,which is one of my goals for those who I call my own.
After all,I have no desire to have an actual loser in my stable. In my estimation a loser is one who fails to expend effort towards life at all. They are content to allow others to pave the way for them,and seek handouts at every opportunity. This is not the type of behavior that any owner would be proud of.
This post is especially directed at those that believe themselves above such expenditures,through either a sense of patriarchal entitlement,or a misplaced belief of superiority in their upbringing. When it comes to women,you as a male are entitled to absolutely nothing from us,and most definitely not from me. Even basic courtesy will be withheld if you do not portray yourself as a decent human being,and yes I have dealt with a few,maybe more than a few who act in such a manner. Women are not objects,and most certainly we are more than pretty pictures on a page. If you want to get to know a woman,to serve a Domme,then you are going to have to lose that ego that you wear on your shoulder,and accept that you are one of many that approaches daily. You need to stand out if you want to be taken seriously,which means that you will need to reach deep and find your humility,in order to come correct.
I am not intimating that one must be a doormat lacking all personality,well unless that is your thing of course,but please do be capable of holding up your end of a civilized conversation not peppered with fetish talk. There is always time to delve into the darker sides of desires,but that should not be at the forefront in an initial exchange. Be willing to prove yourself,your sincerity,and your integrity...this is what makes you shine like a diamond in the ruff.
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