Convince me to submit, some subs challenge. Make me. Manipulate me. Force me.
I understand that angle on the fantasy—the full abdication of responsibility, of control. Permission to step beyond your boundaries because it’s no longer you doing the stepping. It’s a way to cockblock shame when the dust settles.
Because you didn’t wear those panties because you wanted to. You didn’t send because you wanted to. You aren’t the person who wants to. You were forced, hypnotized, bamboozled, outside your own power.
I get the appeal. And there are many dommes who want to take that journey with you.
But I am not one of them.
I am not here so you can pretend you don’t want to wear the panties, to send, to bow, to submit. I am here to hold space for the part of you that does want those things. I am here to witness your authenticity. All the things society doesn’t make space for, shames you for, makes you question about yourself.
In my life, BDSM has been healing. And I demand nothing less for my subs.
Here, you are allowed to want.
You are allowed to be.
You are allowed to rest.
To stop performing dominance, to stop operating on vanilla scripts, to stop pretending you don’t want things some part of you craves.
The death of shame isn’t pretending you didn’t mean to. The death of shame is finding a way to stand in your truth. To be able to say to yourself: I did mean to. And to find that that truth doesn’t actually make you less. Doesn’t harm your masculinity, your power in other areas of your life, your other truths.
That you contain multitudes. And one of those multitudes wants to be on your knees before me. Collared. Petted. Teased. Humiliated. Controlled.
In this space, I do not want you to abdicate responsibility; I want you to embrace it.
I do not want you to cycle through pleasure and shame and back again; I want you to burn that shame even in times when you choose to focus on the vanilla.
You are not here because I make you. You are not here because I put a spell on you (though I am spellbinding, I know).
You are here because you choose to be here.
You choose to explore.
You choose to expose.
You choose to peel back the masks society makes you wear, fast or slow as you need to, and find the authenticity beneath.
I am here to hold space for you. To hold truths for you. To nudge you. Push you. Tease you. Prompt you. But not because I’m forcing anything. I’m simply holding open doors you’ve been longing to walk through.