One of the biggest hurdles in my search for a submissive partner is that I am ultimately a non-person to him. I am a means to an end to fulfill his fantasy of being dominated. My personhood is irrelevant; I just need to be willing and able and breathing and he’s good to go.
What I need out of the dynamic isn’t of interest to him, he assumes that what he gets off on I am the natural compliment to it. He’s into CFNM¹? Then I must love it, too. He likes to be choked? Then I must be looking for every opportunity to grab his throat. He wants to be powerless? Then I love making every decision. He is a kamikaze fly looking for any web he can find.
He feels such freedom from the pressures of performance that it is lost on him that now I am pressured to perform for him. It’s exhausting and bossy and narrow minded and it turns me right the fuck off. It makes me pissy and resentful and is typically how most first emails go.
cruelty is kindness Greetings for the day goddess the slave kneels with its head bowed down and looking to serve and suffer for u. Wish u don’t mind in making the slave suffer. It knows nothing comes for free and it is not a freebie and won’t waste ur time goddess. wish to be owned and onctolled [sic] like a tpe [sic] slave online
Hello Miss, how are you doing? Please don’t hesitate to humiliate and punish me for my tiny cock/
Hi Miss, are you interested in training an online sub from the Netherlands to follow your instructions and complete tasks to amuse you?/p – slave jack/p
good evening from Germany may this tall slave serve you well? with all my respects paul
Everyone wants something from a Domme. It’s basically novel to approach her as if she were an actual woman, and my profiles are all very specific and have a small task buried in the text to weed out those who’d otherwise ignore my wishes. I tell everyone exactly how to treat me. If he doesn’t do it, I don’t respond. And yet…
I also am very clear on not calling me an honorific, but since these men aren’t here for me they do what they like because, after all, it’s actually all about them. They love the idea of being submissive and calling a strange, attractive woman Ma’am or Mistress, or Miss. What do you think happens to me? Yep: I get turned the fuck off.
My web is set, it’s beautiful and sparkles, but dandelions and leaves keep blowing onto the threads.
Looking back on our dynamic I realize now that The Neighbor was an alpha type who liked to get me to dominate him on occasion. When I bossed him around and tied up his raging erections and took his sight away with a sash, it was always on his terms. He was ultimately in control of when we got to play that way, not me. His game, his rules. I was just a rube along for the ride with her heart on her sleeve.
Today I am not interested in being used like that. I want my needs as a Domme to be equal to those of my submissive. If I want him to undress in front of me it will be because I feel like being fucked, but can’t be bothered to undress all the way. If I want to throttle my hot and heaving lover as I impale myself on him, then that is my prerogative and he will be thrilled to feel my fingers wrap around his neck. If I know what I’d like to do, then I will share it. But none of those things should happen unless they come to me naturally and in my own time.
I am not a puppet for his pleasure any more than he is mine. We are a team, yin and yang, night and day. We cannot truly shine without the other.
What I am distressed to find again and again are men whose own desires for sexual domination far over shadow their need to be my kind of submissive.
My experience on Friday left me feeling largely invisible. I know he enjoyed himself – he was in suckling, choking, little bitch heaven – but I never got to my happy femdomme place. I was being directed every step of the way on how to make him feel submissive. I was not encouraged — or allowed — to dominate him in my own way.
It’s the difference between instructing someone on how to make your favorite meal and enjoying a delicious meal of their own choosing cooked for you by a talented chef.
But I’m thinking that it was a first date and I wasn’t planning on being intimate — it just happened — and maybe it’d be better for me in a different setting and maybe he’ll be different and we’ll be different and and and…
I have a little fantasy that you come over before you leave and I can really experiment with our chemistry in the comfort of my own bedroom with all the things I love
When would that happen
I could come to your office for a lunch exam² tomorrow
What would you do to me in your bedroom?
In my fantasy? Kinda late on Monday, like 10 or something. I have a brutally long day and in that fantasy is my need for releasing on someone. But it’s a fantasy. This isn’t some backhanded way of me asking you. I’m not actually sure I’d have it in me…
I am so slammed tomorrow. If we met midday, which I would enjoy regardless of what we do, I’d want you to fuck me and make me cum. You’d have a job to do. I wouldn’t overtly top you other than having you come to take care of me lol
I think I understand you
I might be able to do that
I have a break at 3
Could maybe do 3pm
I have a fantasy of you making me get undressed in front of you while you are clothed
Also having you grab me by the throat, push me against the wall, grabbing me by the balls with your other hand and asking who they belong to wouldn’t suck either ;)
If I can’t tell you who can I tell?
This is true
I’ll catalog it ?
I toyed with several responses before I landed on “This is true; I’ll catalog it /winkyface.” The first thing that came to mind was irritation, then distaste, and finally resentment. I had just told him what I wanted to happen. I’m glad I went with vague acceptance with a smiley face instead. I prefer to remain apart and not vulnerable.
I had high hopes for the two of us and feeling invisible wasn’t one of them. I am forever waiting for the right one to fly into my pretty little web. I guess I’ll just admire the garden a while longer.
¹: Clothed Female Naked Male
²: By “exam” he means a fantasy of his to be examined by his Domme to see if he passes muster. This is not an interest of mine.