You want a Domme;

or a slave to entertain you?

Let’s ask the question out loud, even we both already know the answer.

You’ll claim you want a Queen, and you’ll promise to be the "best sub I’ve ever met." I would almost believe that lies you saying are your own vesion of the true. Is it a intentional choice, or has the word "FemDom" been hijacked by the fast-food culture of a cash grab?

As you all know I am obsessed with freedom. Why is that? Well, i have better question to ask: why isn't that the standard in FemDom anymore? We’ve reached a pathetic point where "Dommes" have become clowns for corporations and credit-card holders. You, sub, somehow got to be the boss, setting the boundaries and pulling the strings. Ironically you became the CEO of your own submission and I’m happy for you, I truly am - but not on my watch.

Men arrive here thinking I’m just "another one" and leave in a state of shock. It’s a tragic plot twist: men who can’t even master their own basic urges come here to lecture me on how to be a Dominant. That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming, I’ll give you that.

Let’s talk about how your "customer" habits affects a real Dominance.

I’ll give a live shoutout to Ashissasissylol (a name that perfectly represents the joke I’m talking about), who is browsing my page as I speak. Yes, I see you, Ashissasissylol!

Not only the name, but also his behavior perfectly shows the your average experience. You open the site, and the only thing you care about is how to get your hands on the woman in the picture. Fair enough.

You see the application link: ’Let’s go!’ you think.

I’m watching you spend your time on that application, typing out lie after lie. I know they are lies, because if you were being honest, I would have stopped you on page one, but instead I'm watching you to wasting your unlimited time. You sit there hoping to manufacture a good impression have no clue you being already monitored.

And then? Boom. Reality hits you. The paywall. 

I can almost see the look on your face. The mask slips. "How does this bitch dare to question my intentions?" You’re clicking back to the homepage now, aren't you? Of course you are! Scrambling to see if there is a shortcut or a way to lie straight to my face in the DMs. And as soon as you realize I’ve blocked every "free" exit, you’ll vanish to find your next victim - naive enough to give you chance.

You don’t care what I’m interested in. You don’t care who I am or what my story is. You don't care to know me at all. In your action there is no a single click on my blog, not on my news, you dont even bother to open "About me" page - Why? Because you don’t want a story. You don’t want a person. You want a slave to entertain you while you cosplay as a sub.

You cant make such an conclusion based on one example!

Thats fair point, lets zoom out! Lets make a number speak for themselves:

It hits like a fist, doesn’t it? You thought you were the only one doing it, but you're just a predictable statistic.

FemDom has been kidnapped.

They convinced you that submission is something you can add to a digital cart. You lead with your wallet, but you aren't offering tribute; you are placing an order. You want to be the architect and the director. You use money to make a woman follow your script. That’s why an application fee feels "unfair" - because you’re asking, "What am I getting for this?"  

When money dictates the movement, the hierarchy is dead.

You aren't serving a Queen; you’re managing an employee.

I used to waste hours talking to "subs" for free, thinking that was the "honest" way. But sooner or later, they all bring that "vending machine" energy to my door. The moment I refuse to play the part, they turn toxic. They try to punish me with silence because the "customer" didn't get his way. Being treated like a product wears down the spirit. It makes me wonder if anyone actually wants to surrender, or if they just want a personalized toy with a kink label on it.

You cannot build a throne in a circus full of clowns. 

If you stay there too long, you eventually become one of them. Most sites are built to protect the "buyer" - environment that is poison to a real Dominance. That is why you feel so comfortable there. Here you are stepping into a cold silence and a total darkness that scares you. There is no menu at the front door. There is no list of prices for my time. You are not used to this lack of control, and that fear is the only honest thing about you.

The menu is gone - In this darkness, you don't 'choose' what you get you offer what you have and hope it is enough to keep you in my presence.

The Customer is dead. Long live the Queen!