"Trying to re-find My community," take TWO (so aggravating).
Please like, comment & RT so My fellow Goddesses (and femdom fanatics) find Me here. This will be My temporary base of operation for the moment being. 🔥💀
New leather harness set was finally bought that My pets treated Me to before I dove into trip prepping. I'm about to wear it over all My tops so My chest looks extra generous. 🔥
A loser for Me? Just what I want. A loser in life? Not desirable for any Dømme. There's a difference between wanting Me to humiliate you versus having no life motivation, no goals, no hope to change, no passion. If you're the latter type, why on earth would I take you in?
"Trying to re-find My community," take TWO (so aggravating).
Please like, comment & RT so My fellow Goddesses (and femdom fanatics) find Me here. This will be My temporary base of operation for the moment being. 🔥💀
It's incredibly disheartening that I'm going to look like a catfish account until My community can find Me, given how many copycats I've had over the years.
"Trying to re-find My community," take TWO (so aggravating).
Please like, comment & RT so My fellow Goddesses (and femdom fanatics) find Me here. This will be My temporary base of operation for the moment being. 🔥💀
The part of sex work that actually lasts is almost never the sex.
Conversation matters more. Intimacy matters more. The real work is learning a person’s tone in the first two minutes, asking the kind of open question that lets them talk themselves into safety, quietly altering the shape of your interest so it fits the room they just walked into, mirroring without becoming a cheap copy. That is technique. Plenty of people can learn it.
The rarer thing is letting yourself feel. Not the polished “presence in the moment.” Not the professional anticipation of desire. Feeling unstable because you are. Understanding loss, pain and emptiness from the inside, not as a script. Carrying your own private story - the one that isn’t work, the one you’d only tell a therapist, and even then not all of it. Just fragments.
Like a good book, you do not lose your place or overstep. You do not take up too much room. This is not being violated but chosen. It is not demanding. It is not “behaviour.” It is your soul.
The raw talent is not mirroring or learning. You swear blind that is. It’s not a lie for your audience but for a later more philosophical time to come. It is closer to a contained lifetime.
This is not the shiny, glamorous bit. It is not even true of all sex workers. It is my truth. You fix people because you cannot and will not fix yourself.
I loved some clients properly. I mourned. I sobbed for the little girl I used to be. Not always, but enough. Memories I did not have to plan for. Things I would only tell anyone outside this room. He reached for me and I begged for this to be forever because always being brave comes at a cost. You don’t reach the top of the industry with doubt. You reach it with force. That is what sells. That is what makes you the best. The darkness poking through the cracks. The emotional reasons you ended up here with him. A depth of sadness sitting in a well of tears.
Then you close the box. Next, please.♥️💫