YoursMysteriously,FeralDomme

She approaches me, this time in a rush, her hand extended to touch my face but she draws it back in an instant.

Her: Ever wonder about the woman who tried?
Me: It's because everyone around her had lied
Her: you cannot calm a storm with your hands, but with the darkness in your heart, you can take a stand
Me: It's where I feel the safest, the most loved, the most cared for
Her: Don't take it to heart, that's what makes you a bore

(Instead of walking away, she smirked, and I snapped awake)

Strange Woman: Well met in this lifetime

Me: Sometimes I wish I could make you mine

Strange woman: If I'm here I am always with you

Me: I wish there was something I could do

Strange Woman: You'll realize that the universe stops when you open your eyes

Me: That's when I realize...Everything dies.

(The second poem I can remember from our last encounter in my dreams)

A woman approaches me, her face marred by time. I blink, and her face changes to that of a young woman. I don't have time to take into account the rest of her details. I shut my eyes.

Strange Woman: "I am comforted by your presence, though time is of the essence. What if I touched you here? Would it be the touch of a lover? Or of something you fear?"

Me: "I will not open my eyes, I know you are in disguise dear one."

Strange Woman: "We keep our eyes shut in this realm, knowing full well what is to come. I cannot help you, what's done is done."

Me: "I lay myself to rest, because it was you all along that held the gun."

There's what I remember from the dream. More to come. I've had several with this woman. She appears, we talk, she leaves, and I wake.

I've decided to make this page not just about the lifestyle, but about these dreams I constantly have where a woman meets up with me, and we recite poems back and forth to one another. I can remember them with clarity. I hope you enjoy!

"Although he assumed she’d naturally submit to him, he obviously believed she was still her own person. A strong person."
Cherise Sinclair, Breaking Free (Masters of the Shadowlands, #3)

I end up doing this to myself as the payout is way better. And an upside is how good my stamina is 😉

Everything goes here, and we are here for it 😘

Sadistic Domme here. I can agree.

But it is still pleasing to look at. I've been seeing a lot of this on Tiktok.

😆

Kinda described me 😂

Submissives out there: What's your favorite leash and collar?

Hey, Do**es like being called "Daddy" too 😉 And I'm good at throwing a few burgers and links on the grill as well. Now I'm hungry for BBQ

I've encountered a few myself. If ever the problem arises, be sure to let me know, as I can ban and block them from here.

It doesn't help that I'm a "pocket" Domme. I'm 5'2 😂

She looked up at her, her eyes widening at the action.
"I want you to always look at me when I'm talking to you. Never feel ashamed about the way you look. You are beautiful, your eyes kind." The need to look away from her face grew stronger. On cue, her Master held her chin firmly. No words were exchanged, only softness in both of their eyes. The only communication that needed wasn't with words. The silence seemed to stretch on forever. Master smiled warmly.
"Good girl."
Excerpt from my own work: "Lust In Eyesight"

"What turns me on is not what I do to your body, it is what I do to your mind."
Dirty Archangel, Lust is my favorite sin: Dirty Archangel

I've only recently discovered, this year, I'm into Wax. I'm usually restricted to my usual roles I prefer. But there's nothing wrong in continuing to explore other options.

I've been on my first hiatus. I had a wonderful vacation away from home. Now it's back to postin' time.

"It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel."
Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel (Masters of the Shadowlands, #2)

She never realized how much she wanted a single person. How much she craved a human body, their scent, their gaze, their warmth. She crashed a soul. If only their contact wasn't a mere smile back and forth.
But every time she turned around, so did she, a small story plays through both girls minds.
They didn't have any idea how to approach one another.

~Excerpt from my own online tale: Lust in eyesight~

This was how I figured out I was into Wax Play. Oh the glorious rabbit hole I went down

🖤Goals🖤

When others think it's all about pain, true pain is the loss of Ice Cream. Even worse if it's a cone

Never forget ladies and gentlemen: