This post is a loose collection of my personal thoughts, hangups, and interests in Female Domination.
Every now and then, I’m approached though email or social network messages by people asking me to dominate, blackmail, or financially drain them.
This is fine and well. It’s how I’ve met every single person while pursuing my little hobby. Nothing wrong with reaching out to someone you think might share your kink.
But I always get a nagging voice in my head when I’m asked for specific dialog or pictures or proof of myself and I feel terrible about it.
Most people are honest and, when it comes to private, sexual desires, they are brave enough to go out on a limb and send their hard-earned money to me in return for my intimate items.
And here I am being skeptical with most-likely genuine emails.
For example, I received an email the other day asking for very specific dialog concerning a very specific fetish and promising all kinds of riches if I would just do what was asked.
He changed his criteria and explained that he wanted to be the “pay pig” to a “spoiled brat princess”.
I declined as I am not a spoiled brat, princess maybe, but the Diana-type.
Again he changed his criteria and asked for a specific amount of email correspondence each week with graphic content that I was to come up with in exchange for being “spoiled”.
I declined for the final time explaining that I already had a job.
He replied attempting to elicit my pity.
Maybe he was being completely genuine. Maybe I was judging him too harshly. Maybe he really did want to send me all his money and all I had to do was tell him a couple times a week how much I love sucking old, stocky, hairy men’s dicks.
Or maybe, he goes around to any weak looking girl he can find in order to top her from the bottom and have his own personal little whore at beck and call.
I guess someone could say, ‘what’s the difference between an email and a pair of panties?’
It’s a fine line, I guess. In a way, what you are willing to do for money defines who you are. Personally, I’m not comfortable with being someone’s dirty word vending machine. But to each their own.
Aren’t I a panty vending machine?
NOPE. Not in the least. Some of the most fulfilling relationships I’ve had IN MY LIFE are ones that found me through selling. Sure, some requests are one-off and I never hear from the buyer, but most are more than willing to get to know me.
Would he have gotten to know me?
I doubt it. If he had any desire to know anything about me, he would have stuck around and simply asked to continue regular email correspondence. But no, he disappeared after being refused the only thing he wanted.
To be clear, I have no ill-will toward this person. If he came back and asked to be friends, I would say yes.
“If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again.” As my girl, Aaliyah would say.
So, am I interested in a domination/submission type of relationship?
I’m much more delicate than I may seem and I don’t particularly like to feel demeaning, over-bearing, or bitchy. And I definitely never want to hurt anyone in any way. I don’t even like hurting a person’s feelings.
My perfect Domme/sub relationship would be one where my desires are of the utmost importance, naturally. Where just chatting about the weather is an absolute delight (for both of us). Where I can be supportive and maybe a bit condescending. Where we can easily give and receive praise. Where we can discover things about each other organically. Where we are both impressed and appreciative rather than intimidated and demanding.
No heart-racing blackmail, no soul-crushing punishments, no fear of abandonment.
Just a simple relationship between two nice people that want to make each other happy.
And it just so happens that one of them holds all the power, me. 😉
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