Your fav zaddy is all waxed and clean .
Ready to be licked, sucked and ravished.πππ₯π₯.
If you not this clean don't dm.
My mood all December.ππing
As a Dom you build ladders for a sub to climb.
Not dig holes for your sub to fall into.
Submission isnβt about losing the right to speak but a Dom protecting that speak.
A Dom is a source of strength. Not another obstacle to overcome.
Don't bury a sub but uplift them.
I'm a nurturing Domme, and I'm tired of people acting like having a heart makes you less dominant. I can love money, gifts, being spoiled, and having someone completely devoted to me WITHOUT wanting to see that person financially ruined, mentally exhausted, or struggling to survive. I don't find pleasure in knowing someone skipped a meal to send me money. I don't get an ego boost from someone neglecting their responsibilities to prove their loyalty. And I damn sure don't need to destroy someone's self-esteem to feel powerful. Some of us actually CARE about the people who submit to us. We remember the little things. We check on them. We celebrate their accomplishments. We encourage them to do better in life. We understand that they're HUMAN before they're anything else. Dominance has NEVER required cruelty. And anyone who thinks kindness automatically equals weakness has a very limited understanding of power. Some of us want our subs to thrive, not just survive us. ππ―β¨οΈπͺπ½
I dominate your skin,
but itβs your soul that bends,
willingly bruised by the weight of my hunger.
You offer up your submission like a prayer,
gasping as the control slips away.
Your fav zaddy is all waxed and clean .
Ready to be licked, sucked and ravished.πππ₯π₯.
If you not this clean don't dm.
My mood all December.ππing
My palms flat against your neck,
forcing your breath to match my stroke.
Trace the slow line of my fingers
sliding from your jawline to your collarbone,
Your eyes track my every shift,
dilated, dark, you entirely mine.
The hardest part of submission isn't obeying.
It's discovering how much of your ego
you were hiding behind.
Can you accept correction without becoming defensive?
Can you admit when you're wrong?
Can you speak honestly when the truth is uncomfortable?
Because submission doesn't hide your character.
It exposes it.