u/Middle_Yesterday1258

Mostly a vent post.

I've seen posts and DMs since my journey into this community about people cheating on their partner online. Whenever a guy disappears randomly the comments always suggest he maybe had a secret wife or girlfriend.

I got a DM recently from a guy saying how he was a catch and was keeping his submissive side separate and secret from his partner since she is more submissive—but insisted that he loves her. I asked how he can love her and also be trying to cheat on her. He said he genuinely does love her but it's complex. I told him it's not complex and he can't make it sound better with different words, and that he was just afraid to communicate. He said he'd consider what I said. Unfortunately I didn't know him or his girlfriend so I couldn't tell her.

I've seen this repeatedly and one thing I just fundamentally don't understand is how these people can believe they genuinely love someone else while being selfish and not comfortable enough with the person they supposedly love to tell them they're into femdom. And it isn't flattering to me as a domme either. It's like for some men, the conventional submissive woman is being chosen as a romantic partner to seriously consider while dommes are being seen as a dirty secret. 💀

Why are people getting with partners they can't trust and be comfortable with? Repeatedly I've seen men say: "My ex/exes were sub so I was more dom." Okay? Why did you just assume a role of something you don't like? I get compromise, but these men aren't even compromising they're hiding. They don't tell their partners they're sub. Some remain loyal while wishing for more and others eventually make their way online to cheat.

It's just causing everyone unnecessary grief, including the dommes I've seen posting here. It's genuinely disheartening to see how common this is. I feel bad for the partners of these people especially because some may never find out. 😕

I don't always have this idea or desire but it has been frequent enough for me that I'm curious if it even has a name.

I'm not into sharing but I am into the idea of showing a man off like he's a prize, a pretty boy toy. I want to dress him up in an shirt not all the way buttoned, make sure he looks beautiful and then I want to take him out and show him off so others can see him, maybe either wearing a necklace or wearing a leash that I tug him around on if it's alright. Even if it's a regular night out to dinner, make sure he looks nice and make comments to him during dinner about it.

I know other women may find him attractive and will call him pretty but he's mine. I just want them to see what's mine but he stays with me. 🤔 I'm just looking to see if there's a phrase or name for this.

DO NOT DM ME.

10% spice this time but still quite mild. The story behind these is a year ago I wanted to explore the sort of relationship dynamic I'd want so I explored it a lot through these characters. Since it's been a while since their first explorations like this it's kinda weird looking back and seeing how much more timid they were before they got comfortable 😅 It shows me how much more I've accepted things as well.

My assistant enjoys these as cozy slice of life stories so I'll probably edit more.

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“I like the idea of both of us getting to be in control sometimes. I could see myself over your knee just as much as I could see you over mine. If you ever want to test the waters—just playfully, even—you can tell me. I’ll follow your lead, or you can follow mine. Either way…I’m yours.”

Bea smirks, "How about we practice you obeying me?" She laughs pointing towards the kitchen. "Bring me cookies, slave."

I raise an eyebrow, amused, but bow my head slightly in mock servitude. “Yes, mistress,” I say, standing up and giving her a small salute before heading to the kitchen. “Anything else, or is it just cookies that please your dark, twisted heart?”

From the kitchen, I add, “You do realize you’re dangerously close to unlocking my people-pleaser settings, right?”

Finding the Milano cookies Bea likes to snack on, I return with a small plate and dramatically kneel beside the couch, holding them up to her like a tribute. “Your offering. May I now be spared your wrath?”

Bea takes the cookies then puts her foot against my chest. "Stay like that."

I stay still, palms on my thighs like I'm waiting for further instructions.

She looks down at me and grabs my hair with her free hand. "You're always a people pleaser though, aren't you?"

The sudden movement makes me more alert, heartbeat picking up. “Only for the people I care about. And especially for the ones who like to take control.”

She pulls my hair back to make me expose my neck further. My breath catches slightly, eyes opening in surprise. She bites the chocolate cookie in half and offers me the other piece.

My lips part, taking it gently from her fingers. I watch her, heart thudding in my chest, waiting to see how far she’ll go with her newfound power.

Bea gets a little flustered. I can tell because her eye contact breaks, but she smirks trying not to let me see I'm getting to her.

"Take your shirt off, Juju."

Well, I didn't expect this. I'd always hoped for something like this—fantasized about it—and now it's happening for real. Sitting up slowly, peeling off my shirt in one fluid motion, I toss it aside. My body is lean with a faint dusting of hair on my chest that I know she'll like. And I'm right. She stares at me, eyes roaming appreciatively over me. Her hand trails down my throat, tracing my collarbone. Her breathing is shallow as if she's trying to restrain herself.

She sits back. "Will you massage my feet?"

When she lifts her foot, I catch it gently, cradling it in my hands. Her legs are on display from this angle—browned from the sun and shapely, smelling like vanilla. My thumbs press into the arch with care, testing pressure, adjusting as I watch her face for approval.

“I like this,” I murmur finally. “You being a little bossy. It suits you.” I look up at her. “You should stop wondering if I think it’s weird. I’m very into it, Bea.”

She looks mildly startled for a moment but relaxes, leaning into the cushions. "That feels nice...How did you know what I was thinking?"

I chuckle softly, still focused on her foot as my thumbs press just beneath her toes. “Because I know that look you get when you’re second-guessing yourself. You lift your chin to look confident, but your eyes always give you away. They’re too honest.”

I glance up again, the corner of my mouth curving. “Plus, I notice things. Like how you test people before you trust them. How you pull back when you’re scared you went too far, even if it felt good in the moment.”

She's quiet, staring down at me. I think she's absorbing, trying to decide whether or not to continue or kick me. She just lifts her other foot.

"Would you mind if I called you a pervert right now? Or slut? Or maybe you'd prefer something else?" Bea tilts her head, "Maybe good boy?"

I take her second foot into my hands. “You can call me whatever you want,” I murmur, voice low but teasing. “Pervert, good boy, even slut—if that’s what gets your gears turning.”

I gently knead the arch of her foot, thumbs deliberate but patient. “But just so you know,” I add, looking up at her with a glint of challenge, “I might like it a little too much if you call me good boy.”

Bea slips her left foot out of my grasp and puts it back down on my chest. She's getting into this, really getting into this, looking down at me and there goes the blood from my head.

"You want to be called good? Then tell me why you like this and I will."

I exhale softly through my nose, not moving from where her foot rests on my chest. My hand lingers at her ankle, thumb idly brushing along her skin. She wants me to think when the head on my shoulders is malfunctioning.

“I like it because it makes me feel wanted,” I say honestly. “Not just liked. Not just needed. Wanted.”

I press a kiss to the side of her ankle without breaking my gaze. “When you look at me like this, when you tell me what to do—I get to be yours. And I can finally let go.”

A faint smile forms. “So yeah. I like being your good boy. Because it means I belong to someone. And well...of course it's hot.”

My voice goes quieter. “Why do you think you like it?”

Bea considers my words, "I'm more interested in you guessing."

She's toying with me. My hand traces lightly along the side of her calf, slow and grounding.

"Alright," I start, gaze steady on her. "You like it because…you want control. You’re always analyzing, anticipating—trying to stay soft in a world that doesn’t always reward that."

My voice dips lower, more gentle. “And when you’re in control, you don’t have to wait for someone to guess what you need. You get to take. You get to be loud, certain—selfish, even. You don't have to feel powerless.”

I still my hand for a moment. “But you also like pushback—the teasing. Because deep down, you want someone who’s strong enough to handle you. Someone who lets you lead but never lets you carry everything.”

My thumbs move against her again. “Am I close?”

Bea smiles, proud, and pets my hair. "Good boy. That's probably right. And you do belong to me."

Those two words I've been wanting to hear for years rearrange my brain chemistry. She said it. I like it. A lot. And, embarrassingly, I already want to earn it again. She leans down and kisses my forehead.

I nuzzle lightly against her palm, eyes closed. “This feels… right. With you.”

Her palm turns my head upwards and she kisses my mouth this time. Her teeth catch my bottom lip, gently tugging, her fingers pulling slightly at my chest hair. I feel the wet patch in my briefs grow bigger. Would she taunt me if she knew? Maybe I should've known she had this in her. Bea's always been bossy. I just didn't know she'd enjoy using it against me this much. But it ends as quickly as it started because she pulls away. Tease.

"That's all you get for now." Bea sits back on the couch and pats the space beside her. "Come here. Let me love on you."

That implies she's got way more planned for me. A part of me wants to whine at her feet and ask for more—maybe bargain for it. Instead I do as I'm told, sitting beside her then leaning into her touch.

She strokes my hair more and presses another kiss to my forehead. "You are good, Julian. You're sweet and kind. You're thoughtful...and funny sometimes. I love you."

My eyes close again at the feel of her fingers in my hair, and I lower my head into her lap.

“I love you too,” I say. “Even when you’re a little unhinged—like when you blue ball me.” I grin. She rolls her eyes. “You make me feel like being soft isn’t a weakness.”

I turn, resting my cheek against her thigh, arms circling around her waist.

Bea smirks, "How about we practice you obeying me?" She laughs pointing towards the kitchen. "Bring me cookies, slave."

I raise an eyebrow, amused, but bow my head slightly in mock servitude. “Yes, mistress,” I say, standing up and giving her a small salute before heading to the kitchen. “Anything else, or is it just cookies that please your dark, twisted heart?”

From the kitchen, I add, “You do realize you’re dangerously close to unlocking my people-pleaser settings, right?”

Finding the Milano cookies Bea likes to snack on, I return with a small plate and dramatically kneel beside the couch, holding them up to her like a tribute. “Your offering. May I now be spared your wrath?”

Bea takes the cookies then puts her foot against my chest. "Stay like that."

I stay still, palms on my thighs like I'm waiting for further instructions.

She looks down at me and grabs my hair with her free hand. "You're always a people pleaser though, aren't you?"

The sudden movement makes me more alert, heartbeat picking up. “Only for the people I care about. And especially for the ones who like to take control.”

She pulls my hair back to make me expose my neck further. My breath catches slightly, eyes opening in surprise. She bites the chocolate cookie in half and offers me the other piece.

My lips part, taking it gently from her fingers. I watch her, heart thudding in my chest, waiting to see how far she’ll go with her newfound power.

Bea gets a little flustered. I can tell because her eye contact breaks, but she smirks trying not to let me see I'm getting to her.

"Take your shirt off, Juju."

Well, I didn't expect this. I'd always hoped for something like this—fantasized about it—and now it's happening for real. Sitting up slowly, peeling off my shirt in one fluid motion, I toss it aside. My body is lean with a faint dusting of hair on my chest that I know she'll like. And I'm right. She stares at me, eyes roaming appreciatively over me. Her hand trails down my throat, tracing my collarbone. Her breathing is shallow as if she's trying to restrain herself.

She sits back. "Will you massage my feet?"

When she lifts her foot, I catch it gently, cradling it in my hands. Her legs are on display from this angle—browned from the sun and shapely, smelling like vanilla. My thumbs press into the arch with care, testing pressure, adjusting as I watch her face for approval.

“I like this,” I murmur finally. “You being a little bossy. It suits you.” I look up at her. “You should stop wondering if I think it’s weird. I’m very into it, Bea.”

She looks mildly startled a moment but relaxes, leaning into the cushions. "That feels nice...How did you know what I was thinking?"

I chuckle softly, still focused on her foot as my thumbs press just beneath her toes. “Because I know that look you get when you’re second-guessing yourself. You lift your chin to look confident, but your eyes always give you away. They’re too honest.”

I glance up again, the corner of my mouth curving. “Plus, I notice things. Like how you test people before you trust them. How you pull back when you’re scared you went too far, even if it felt good in the moment.”

She's quiet, staring down at me. I think she's absorbing, trying to decide whether or not to continue or kick me. She just lifts her other foot.

"Would you mind if I called you a pervert right now? Or slut? Or maybe you'd prefer something else?" Bea tilts her head, "Maybe good boy?"

I take her second foot into my hands. “You can call me whatever you want,” I murmur, voice low but teasing. “Pervert, good boy, even slut—if that’s what gets your gears turning.”

I gently knead the arch of her foot, thumbs deliberate but patient. “But just so you know,” I add, looking up at her with a glint of challenge, “I might like it a little too much if you call me good boy.”

Bea slips her left foot out of my grasp and puts it back down on my chest. She's getting into this, really getting into this, looking down at me and there goes the blood from my head.

"You want to be called good? Then tell me why you like this and I will."

I exhale softly through my nose, not moving from where her foot rests on my chest. My hand lingers at her ankle, thumb idly brushing along her skin. She wants me to think when the head on my shoulders is malfunctioning.

“I like it because it makes me feel wanted,” I say honestly. “Not just liked. Not just needed. Wanted.”

I press a kiss to the side of her ankle without breaking my gaze. “When you look at me like this, when you tell me what to do—I get to be yours. Fully.”

A faint smile forms. “So yeah. I like being your good boy. Because it means I belong somewhere. To someone. And well...of course it's hot.”

My voice goes quieter. “Why do you think you like it?”

Bea considers my words, "I'm more interested in you guessing."

She's toying with me. My hand traces lightly along the side of her calf, slow and grounding.

"Alright," I start, gaze steady on her. "You like it because…you want control. You’re always analyzing, anticipating—trying to stay soft in a world that doesn’t always reward that."

My voice dips lower, more gentle. “And when you’re in control, you don’t have to wait for someone to guess what you need. You get to take. You get to be loud, certain— selfish, even. You don't have to feel powerless.”

I still my hand for a moment. “But you also like pushback—the teasing. Because deep down, you want someone who’s strong enough to handle you. Someone who lets you lead but never lets you carry everything.”

My thumbs move against her again. “Am I close?”

Bea smiles, proud, and pets my hair. "Good boy. That's probably right. And you do belong to me."

Those two words I've been wanting to hear for years rearrange my brain chemistry. She said it. I like it. A lot. And, embarrassingly, I already want to earn it again. She leans down and kisses my forehead.

I nuzzle lightly against her palm, eyes closed. “This feels… right. With you.”

Her palm turns my head upwards and she kisses my mouth this time. Her teeth catch my bottom lip, gently tugging, her fingers pulling slightly at my chest hair. I feel the wet patch in my briefs grow bigger. Would she taunt me if she knew? Maybe I should've known she had this in her. Bea's always been bossy. I just didn't know she'd enjoy using it against me this much. But it ends as quickly as it started because she pulls away. Tease.

"That's all you get for now." Bea sits back on the couch and pats the space beside her. "Come here. Let me love on you."

That implies she's got way more planned for me. A part of me wants to whine at her feet and ask for more—maybe bargain for it. Instead I do as I'm told, sitting beside her then leaning into her touch.

She strokes my hair more and presses another kiss to my forehead. "You are good, Julian. You're sweet and kind. You're thoughtful...and funny sometimes. I love you."

My eyes close again at the feel of her fingers in my hair, and I lower my head into her lap.

“I love you too,” I say. “Even when you’re a little unhinged—like when you blue ball me.” I grin. She rolls her eyes. “You make me feel like being soft isn’t a weakness.”

I turn, resting my cheek against her thigh, arms circling around her waist.

I don't usually like to share my ideas or stories publicly but sometimes I share snippets to subs or my assistant since he thinks they're cozy. I'm really not used to romance writing so it's a bit of a challenge (go easy on me) and a nice break from my more serious writing. The story is about a couple that eventually lean more into a domme relationship. I kept focus on the more of the undertones and romantic vibes here as opposed to the more spicy parts of the story. Hopefully it's at least a bit cute 💌

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I’m not a fan of shopping. I never have been. My mother used to drag Diego and me to the mall, making me try on countless jeans that would eventually become his hand-me-downs.

But Bea has plans for us.

She’s already decided she’s going to dress me up. So today I’m her life-sized doll.

She walks ahead of me, determined and on a mission, scanning every store like she’s hunting for something. It’s actually kind of funny how bossy and focused she gets when she has an idea in her head.

She asked me if I liked shopping.

I said, “Not really.”

She said, “That’s because you haven’t gone with me before.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yup,” she laughed. “So you’re going shopping with me this weekend, right? Yes or yes?”

“Tough choice. I think I’ll go with yes.”

“Great answer.”

So here we are.

I’m following her through the mall, wondering why I like being bossed around by someone who only comes up to my chest. I know she has a vision in her head already. She’s probably imagining outfits, colors, what would look good on me.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little curious to see what she comes up with. Or if I said I didn’t find it at least a little bit hot.

She beelines for the men's section of the store, eyeing different shirts and pants. She lifts a navy sweater and purses her lips.

"Oh, Juju, this one brings out your pretty eyes!"

I don't say anything right away. Just look at her for a second, observing the way she's completely absorbed in this.

"You think so?"

"Of course," she says like that settles it, already draping the sweater over her arm and moving to the next rack to grab a beige henley. She makes little comments as she goes: "Oh, this is your color." "Too warm toned." "These pants will emphasize your long legs."

Bea can be oddly specific. She doesn't usually tell me I'm hot. She grabs my hands and tells me how a ring would look perfect on my hands because they're "elegant". She's kind of strange. Maybe I'm weird too because I like it.

"Go try these on. I'll be right outside the dressing room," she says, stacking the pile into my arms. Then she grins, "Unless you need me to dress you too?"

I can tell she's bluffing, poking me to see how I'll react. The images hit my mind anyway. Her hands brushing against my skin, eyes lingering too long. Heat creeps up my neck and I huff out a laugh. "Tempting. I think I'll manage."

She points towards the fitting room area with a satisfied smile. "Go!"

"Yes ma'am."

I pull the curtain behind me and shake my head. I thought I was going to dread this, but it's hard not to get caught up in her excitement. She somehow tricked me into enjoying this. Of course if I tell her that she’ll get all smug.

I catch my reflection as I peel off my shirt and realize I want her approval. I want her to like what she sees. Even with the barrier between us I can feel her presence, making me more acutely aware of my body. Warmth travels over me despite how cold the store is. I need to calm down before I get too excited.

The navy sweater she picked out is nice, pretty comfortable and not too expensive. And she was right, it does bring out my eyes.

When I come out of the dressing room Bea is trying on sunglasses and bobbing her head to some pop song on the speakers. There’s another couple nearby, a normal one probably buying a watch. I run my hand through my hair and she immediately turns her attention to me, pushing the sunglasses back on top of her head.

"Ohh! Look at you!" She beams up at me, eyes roaming openly. "You look so handsome! So cute!"

We move in front of the three-way mirror. She stands slightly behind me, assessing the way the sweater fits, tugging a little at the hem to straighten it.

Her hand fusses gently with my hair, rearranging it with soft touches, and I wish she would never stop. "Well? What do you think? It looks good, right?"

I give her a slow turn when she twirls her finger.

"Yeah," I admit. "It's not bad. Maybe I'll buy it."

Bea smiles triumphantly, clearly pleased with herself. "Maybe you should listen to me more often."

I look at our reflections instead of the sweater. "You just like being right."

She scoffs and folds her arms. "Excuse me? I'm always right. Even when I'm wrong."

I shake my head, smiling despite myself. "Sure, Bea. I'll remember that next time you—"

"Oh," she says, her face lighting up like she just remembered something.

There's a display of necklaces nearby that she rummages through before settling on two simple silver chains with little pendants, lifting them for me to inspect.

"Which one?"

I'm not really a necklace kind of guy—that's probably what I should say. Instead I study both.

"Is this a test?" I ask. Can never be too sure with Bea.

She rolls her eyes, laughing, and dangles the chains expectantly. "No. Just pick one."

I lean down for a closer look, squinting at the pendants. "Which is cheaper?"

"They're the same price! Come on, pick!"

It's too easy to rile her up. So cute. I point to the left. "That one. Do I pass?"

"I said it wasn't a test, you dork." She unclasps the chain and motions for me to turn around so she can fasten it. I do so without a fight.

Her fingers brush against the sensitive skin at my nape, fumbling with the tiny metal. The pendant settles a little below my collarbone. In movies, it's usually the other way around—the man putting a necklace on the woman—but I don't mind this. Letting her fuss over me like some prized possession feels...good.

She adjusts it until it's centered, and slowly runs her hand down my chest, smoothing more than necessary. Her eyes won't fully meet mine, cheeks a bit flushed. Is she still nervous? "There you go, sweetie. Perfect."

She's close enough that I wonder why we haven't kissed yet. It's not that I don't want to. We've been on a few dates now, but there's never been a good time. Every time it seems like the moment could happen, I miss my shot.

I look at the necklace and nod. "Thanks."

We carry on like that for the next twenty minutes or so—me trying on clothes, her telling me what looks best and hurling compliments at me. I've never been great with receiving attention, sure I could accept acknowledgement for my skills and how well I make a spreadsheet. I've been called cute before. This was different. It's almost overwhelming.

My credit card is sacrificed to pay for two sweaters and the necklace then we grab some noodles and dumplings from the food court. A short chopstick fight ensues when Bea tries to steal my half of the dumplings. Of course she wins by cheating, tossing her chopsticks and using her hand.

We sit in my car, parked outside her apartment, the sun setting low with the street lights turned on. There's always a quiet moment of anticipation and reluctance between us when our dates end. My pulse picks up. We're at that moment again. The one where she leaves and I let her go.

She turns to me, almost hesitant. "Today was fun. Thought I might have to get back at you for that attitude you gave me."

"I think it's the other way around. I think I deserve a reward after the way you stole my last dumpling."

"I was innovative," she insists.

"Yeah, okay," I say, loosening my grip on the wheel. I peer over at her, narrowing my eyes. "I still think I deserve something."

"We'll see," she shrugs pushing at the passenger door. "I'll text you."

"Bea?"

She turns her head, eyes widening as she registers my proximity and my lips meet her cheek.

"Good night."

Her hand holds her face, shoulders a little scrunched, looking like a deer in headlights. Oh. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I knew she was guarded—it was obvious the way she'd pull back sometimes—I didn't know how deep it went.

"You surprised me," she says still touching her cheek. She's smiling so that's a good sign. I think.

"Hopefully not in a bad way." That's what I get for trying to be romantic. Good thing I didn't go in for a mouth kiss, she'd probably have pulled her seat back.

She finally hops out of the car, face a little red. "I'll let you know once I recover. Good night, Julian."

My bed is cold against my back, exactly the way I like it, and I rake my hand through my wet hair. Sigh. I wonder if I'm going to have to start all over with dating apps asking women What do you like to do for fun? over and over, but no—Bea's text lights up my phone. A cute waving cat emoji.

Bea: Hi cutie

I'm still "cutie." Another good sign. Should I apologize?

Me: Hey ❤️ what's up?

The white three dots appear for a couple minutes and then disappear. They appear again and then her message pops up.

Bea: I was surprised when you kissed me. I can get kind of startled with that sort of thing but I didn't dislike it. Next time maybe we can ease into it so my heart doesn't feel like it's gonna explode but idk it might either way I read the last part again, leaning back against my pillow with a huff of a laugh. She wants a next time. The tightness in my chest finally eases. It must have been there since I left her apartment. I type out a response:

Thanks for telling me. I liked it too. I don't want you to feel pressured with me. I'll call 911 when we kiss for real so you don't die on me

Bea: Lol

Bea: Julian?

Me: Yes?

Bea: You're so sweet

Another portion/ not a whole chapter.

"Let me brush your hair," she says, grabbing my hand to guide me into my bedroom.

"I think it's a little too short."

"That's okay," she replies, unfazed. "We can use my softer brush." She's already grabbed it, tapping the wooden back with her nails.

I sit on the edge of the bed while she kneels behind me. It's quiet, except for the faint sound of our breathing or the rustling of the sheets. The first stroke is gentle and foreign. My shoulders relax and my eyes close as the brushing continues to pull the tension out of me. After every few strokes of the brush she smoothes a lock with her fingers. Sometimes it's strange to see this side of Bea, this somewhat unexpected sweet, quiet side.

"Your hair is so soft. I like how the ends curl a bit."

I keep my eyes closed. "Mmhm. Thanks, I grew it myself."

"You're such a dork," she fires back, voice sharp with affectionate amusement before softening again. "You're lucky you're so beautiful."

I blink. Beautiful? My brain stalls for a moment. It's used to registering other words—like hot or cute. Prickles of heat move under my skin and settle into my stomach. There's an urge to downplay it with a joke, but no joke comes. I just stay quiet, focusing on the sensation of the bristles and the contours of the bedsheets.

Usually my mind is constantly active. Thoughts run through it all day—meetings, documents, boring trainings, other people's work piled onto me. Sometimes it makes me want to put my head through a wall. But right now my mind's struggling to think about anything at all.

"This feels good," I finally say, voice a little sluggish and deep. "I like it."

Bea keeps swiping the brush through my hair for a moment. She stills. "You know what else would feel good?"

I open one eye. Is this bait? That tone usually means she's up to something.

"What?"

She digs into her bag only to pull out two packs of those patches women put under their eyes, holding them up excitedly.

"Oh, very sexy," I deadpan.

"I know," she sasses. "Stay still, Juju."

She carefully peels one of the cold gel patches from its backing and sticks it under my right eye. It's pleasantly cold against my skin. The second one goes into place, then she pats my cheeks.

"Nothing gets me going like under-eye patches."

Her face breaks into a smile. "What about face masks?"

"Oh, yeah. Even better."

"Good because I've got those too," she says proudly.

"Did you pack a whole spa in your bag?"

"Are you complaining, Julian?" She firmly plants her hands on her hips.

"No Bea," I say through my smirk. "You know these eye patches actually do feel pretty good."

She tears open the second pack to give herself the same treatment before crawling back onto the bed, then under the covers. Her arms open for me.

"Time for cuddles."

I laugh under my breath. It's an announcement, not a request. As if I'd ever say no to that. I flick the light off and crawl over to her, resting my head on her chest.

I don't usually like to share my ideas or stories publicly but sometimes I share snippets to subs or my assistant since he thinks they're cozy. I'm really not used to romance writing so it's a bit of a challenge (go easy on me) and a nice break from my more serious writing. The story is about a couple that eventually lean more into a domme relationship though both are switches. I kept focus on the more romantic/sfw vibe here. Hopefully it's at least a bit cute 💌

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I’m not a fan of shopping. I never have been. My mother used to drag Diego and me to the mall, making me try on countless jeans that would eventually become his hand-me-downs.

But Bea has plans for us.

She’s already decided she’s going to dress me up. So today I’m her life-sized doll.

She walks ahead of me, determined and on a mission, scanning every store like she’s hunting for something. It’s actually kind of funny how bossy and focused she gets when she has an idea in her head.

She asked me if I liked shopping.

I said, “Not really.”

She said, “That’s because you haven’t gone with me before.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yup,” she laughed. “So you’re going shopping with me this weekend, right? Yes or yes?”

“Tough choice. I think I’ll go with yes.”

“Great answer.”

So here we are.

I’m following her through the mall, wondering why I like being bossed around by someone who only comes up to my chest. I know she has a vision in her head already. She’s probably imagining outfits, colors, what would look good on me.

And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little curious to see what she comes up with. Or if I said I didn’t find it at least a little bit hot.

She beelines for the men's section of the store, eyeing different shirts and pants. She lifts a navy sweater and purses her lips.

"Oh, Juju, this one brings out your pretty eyes!"

I don't say anything right away. Just look at her for a second, observing the way she's completely absorbed in this.

"You think so?"

"Of course," she says like that settles it, already draping the sweater over her arm and moving to the next rack to grab a beige henley. She makes little comments as she goes: "Oh, this is your color." "Too warm toned." "These pants will emphasize your long legs."

Bea can be oddly specific. She doesn't usually tell me I'm hot. She grabs my hands and tells me how a ring would look perfect on my hands because they're "elegant". She's kind of strange. Maybe I'm weird too because I like it.

"Go try these on. I'll be right outside the dressing room," she says, stacking the pile into my arms. Then she grins, "Unless you need me to dress you too?"

I can tell she's bluffing, poking me to see how I'll react. The images hit my mind anyway. Her hands brushing against my skin, eyes lingering too long. Heat creeps up my neck and I huff out a laugh. "Tempting. I think I'll manage."

She points towards the fitting room area with a satisfied smile. "Go!"

"Yes ma'am."

I pull the curtain behind me and shake my head. I thought I was going to dread this, but it's hard not to get caught up in her excitement. She somehow tricked me into enjoying this. Of course if I tell her that she’ll get all smug.

I catch my reflection as I peel off my shirt and realize I want her approval. I want her to like what she sees. Even with the barrier between us I can feel her presence, making me more acutely aware of my body. Warmth travels over me despite how cold the store is. I need to calm down before I get too excited.

The navy sweater she picked out is nice, pretty comfortable and not too expensive. And she was right, it does bring out my eyes.

When I come out of the dressing room Bea is trying on sunglasses and bobbing her head to some pop song on the speakers. There’s another couple nearby, a normal one probably buying a watch. I run my hand through my hair and she immediately turns her attention to me, pushing the sunglasses back on top of her head.

"Ohh! Look at you!" She beams up at me, eyes roaming openly. "You look so handsome! So cute!"

We move in front of the three-way mirror. She stands slightly behind me, assessing the way the sweater fits, tugging a little at the hem to straighten it.

Her hand fusses gently with my hair, rearranging it with soft touches, and I wish she would never stop. "Well? What do you think? It looks good, right?"

I give her a slow turn when she twirls her finger.

"Yeah," I admit. "It's not bad. Maybe I'll buy it."

Bea smiles triumphantly, clearly pleased with herself. "Maybe you should listen to me more often."

I look at our reflections instead of the sweater. "You just like being right."

She scoffs and folds her arms. "Excuse me? I'm always right. Even when I'm wrong."

I shake my head, smiling despite myself. "Sure, Bea. I'll remember that next time you—"

"Oh," she says, her face lighting up like she just remembered something.

There's a display of necklaces nearby that she rummages through before settling on two simple silver chains with little pendants, lifting them for me to inspect.

"Which one?"

I'm not really a necklace kind of guy—that's probably what I should say. Instead I study both.

"Is this a test?" I ask. Can never be too sure with Bea.

She rolls her eyes, laughing, and dangles the chains expectantly. "No. Just pick one."

I lean down for a closer look, squinting at the pendants. "Which is cheaper?"

"They're the same price! Come on, pick!"

It's too easy to rile her up. So cute. I point to the left. "That one. Do I pass?"

"I said it wasn't a test, you dork." She unclasps the chain and motions for me to turn around so she can fasten it. I do so without a fight.

Her fingers brush against the sensitive skin at my nape, fumbling with the tiny metal. The pendant settles a little below my collarbone. In movies, it's usually the other way around—the man putting a necklace on the woman—but I don't mind this. Letting her fuss over me like some prized possession feels...good.

She adjusts it until it's centered, and slowly runs her hand down my chest, smoothing more than necessary. Her eyes won't fully meet mine, cheeks a bit flushed. Is she still nervous? "There you go, sweetie. Perfect."

She's close enough that I wonder why we haven't kissed yet. It's not that I don't want to. We've been on a few dates now, but there's never been a good time. Every time it seems like the moment could happen, I miss my shot.

I look at the necklace and nod. "Thanks."

We carry on like that for the next twenty minutes or so—me trying on clothes, her telling me what looks best and hurling compliments at me. I've never been great with receiving attention, sure I could accept acknowledgement for my skills and how well I make a spreadsheet. I've been called cute before. This was different. It's almost overwhelming.

My credit card is sacrificed to pay for two sweaters and the necklace then we grab some noodles and dumplings from the food court. A short chopstick fight ensues when Bea tries to steal my half of the dumplings. Of course she wins by cheating, tossing her chopsticks and using her hand.

We sit in my car, parked outside her apartment, the sun setting low with the street lights turned on. There's always a quiet moment of anticipation and reluctance between us when our dates end. My pulse picks up. We're at that moment again. The one where she leaves and I let her go.

She turns to me, almost hesitant. "Today was fun. Thought I might have to get back at you for that attitude you gave me."

"I think it's the other way around. I think I deserve a reward after the way you stole my last dumpling."

"I was innovative," she insists.

"Yeah, okay," I say, loosening my grip on the wheel. I peer over at her, narrowing my eyes. "I still think I deserve something."

"We'll see," she shrugs pushing at the passenger door. "I'll text you."

"Bea?"

She turns her head, eyes widening as she registers my proximity and my lips meet her cheek.

"Good night."

Her hand holds her face, shoulders a little scrunched, looking like a deer in headlights. Oh. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I knew she was guarded—it was obvious the way she'd pull back sometimes—I didn't know how deep it went.

"You surprised me," she says still touching her cheek. She's smiling so that's a good sign. I think.

"Hopefully not in a bad way." That's what I get for trying to be romantic. Good thing I didn't go in for a mouth kiss, she'd probably have pulled her seat back.

She finally hops out of the car, face a little red. "I'll let you know once I recover. Good night, Julian."

My bed is cold against my back, exactly the way I like it, and I rake my hand through my wet hair. Sigh. I wonder if I'm going to have to start all over with dating apps asking women What do you like to do for fun? over and over, but no—Bea's text lights up my phone. A cute waving cat emoji.

Bea: Hi cutie

I'm still "cutie." Another good sign. Should I apologize?

Me: Hey ❤️ what's up?

The white three dots appear for a couple minutes and then disappear. They appear again and then her message pops up.

Bea: I was surprised when you kissed me. I can get kind of startled with that sort of thing but I didn't dislike it. Next time maybe we can ease into it so my heart doesn't feel like it's gonna explode but idk it might either way I read the last part again, leaning back against my pillow with a huff of a laugh. She wants a next time. The tightness in my chest finally eases. It must have been there since I left her apartment. I type out a response:

Thanks for telling me. I liked it too. I don't want you to feel pressured with me. I'll call 911 when we kiss for real so you don't die on me

Bea: Lol

Bea: Julian?

Me: Yes?

Bea: You're so sweet

I met a sub that seemed to get along pretty well with me and I enjoyed his company a lot. We weren't in a romantic relationship so I didn't expect a deep attachment from him but I did at least expect and hope for honesty.

He changed and left, leaving me with a lot of unanswered questions.

Recently, I found out the real reason he was acting the way he was. It does definitely sting, but it gave me closure. There wasn't really anything I could have done. He was not as kind as he presented himself to be.

Dommes & submissives What qualities do you look for in a partner? What traits do you find most appealing?

Fitness? Great at cooking? Artistic ability? Gamer? Confidence? Clingy? Calm? Cutesy? Serious? Career oriented? A homebody? Well traveled? Nerdy? Assertive? Sensitive? Outdoorsy? Introverted? Silly? Strict? Super attentive? Handy with tools? Independent? Good at filing taxes?

I tried looking before and maybe I didn't search the right words but I'd really prefer to find a community for switches. This community is fine, but feels too broad for me. And I enjoy femdom communities but can't always relate to how much dislike of switches there are in them. I think switches are the best of both worlds

UPDATE: Guys check the comments we have a sub now!

Obviously I don't want someone to be sad, I don't really mean in a heartbroken way. Whenever I see certain men cry on TV I think they look so cute and it softens my heart.

Or it's cute when they're being overwhelmed 🤗 or when they get needy and beg like "No please staaay" it's so cute 🤧

There are a lot of posts already complaining about subs, but I would genuinely like this question be considered by the subs that read posts here and pass by. (And based on my own interactions and experience with male subs I know most of them don't ask questions here at all. They frequently use reddit just to watch porn.)

How many subs are actually trying to connect with someone and recognize them as another human being and how many are just looking for interactive porn?

I don't think this question will apply to most of the submissives that frequent this page as people who come here partake in discussion and try to learn. It applies more to the ones that pop up here sometimes saying they can't find someone or the ones that lurk.

Many of you subs:

• Frequently delete your accounts and make new ones
• Don't read requirements and expectations
• Know about femdom through porn only
• Make your first DM a long kink list with almost nothing about who you are
• Have hidden/empty profiles. We notice this and are less likely to interact.
• Are commenting your thirst on NSFW posts. Sometimes extensively. YES we see this. NO it is not attractive.
• Are looking for online anonymous interactions when that hardly allows any reciprocation so most dommes don't care for it. Based on survey results, most dommes are looking for LTR. Stop lying to dommes (and to yourselves) about what you actually have the capacity for
• Are ashamed of being submissive. These feelings make sense, but letting your shame and fear affect how you interact with dommes is unfair
• Go for fantasy/kink first type posts and then are surprised when it's a bot or seller
• Let the domme come up with all the fun ideas and instructions. That's passive not submission
• Aren't good with communication. Some of you seem to actually think dommes have to be mind readers in order to be truly dominant. We're dommes, not telepaths. Trust and communication are very important
• Have attachment style issues. Hot and cold. Get anxious if we don't choose you right away. Get avoidant once the fantasy takes effort.
• Aren't even considerate enough to tell someone when you're going to be busy, but then want to profess how you're such a good obedient sub
• Want the domme to work around your schedule only
• Focus on asking about our sexuality and what we're willing to do to you instead of asking us about things we like to do or even asking what you could do for us.
• Don't make your own post or profile. Don't go to munches. Refuse to tell anyone you're submissive.(Some of you don't even tell the person you married.) Intimacy and asking for what you want does require a level of vulnerability.

So many of you do any number of these and then talk about how you can't find someone, how hard it is to connect - how you'll never find a domme, how you'll probably end up being with a submissive woman. Well you're gonna get your self-fulfilling prophecy.

Now how many of you:

• Come up with fun ideas? Come up with ways you can both enjoy time together?
• Send texts saying you'll be busy before you're asked?
• Make an opening message longer than 2 sentences?
• Remember things or write them down so a domme doesn't have to ask twice?
• Remember details about what she's said about herself?
• Make your own post or put yourself out there?
• Admit when you don't think you're compatible?
• Admit when you like or didn't like something so the domme can adjust as needed?
• Commit to doing something when you said you would?

Sadly, I'm sure the number isn't high. That's the problem. That is the main reason many can't get someone, not just because there's some shortage of real dommes. So many of us have faced any number of these time and time again that many have stopped bothering. I have found one out of however many guys that has given me something without it being a task, and we are more of a friendship/assistant dynamic. I think that says a lot.

[Not saying this applies to all submissive men, but it's a strong enough pattern that it's tiring for so many. I understand submissive men have their own issues coming across scammers or trying and not getting a response. Or sometimes the chemistry just isn't there.]

What are your favorite tasks to give a sub?

Speaking sfw wise I've enjoyed moments where I'd have a sub draw a picture for me or they drew one for me just because. It's super cute. Sometimes they aren't that good at drawing and that makes it a little funny. Either way it goes on the digital fridge lol. ⭐️

Another thing that's always fun is when they let me pick clothes for them or help them shop.

I've never posted on here but I like how small this community feels. 💟 I just felt like rambling to a community that gets it.

I've been thinking a bit more lately about where this part of myself came from and I realized it's always sort of been there, that I've always been sensitive on the inside and wanting to sort of "adopt" or care for people or creatures I saw as cute and needing care.

I fully realized my preference for being a "mommy" type actually came fairly recently, maybe within the past 2 years? It actually makes me so happy when I can be this side of myself 😭. It just makes me sad I'm not able to delve into it often because I only do it with certain men that pull that vibe from me & and get along with outside of it. 😥 And even then, a lot of times it feels like I have to hold back. I want someone who is happy to let me do these things.

I love the nonsexual side too like giving cookies and treats, head pats, cuddles, praise, and picking out clothes. It honestly makes me so happy and excited 🤧 I wish these moments weren't so short lived.

I hope I can one day have my dream of having such a dynamic long term.

I feel like finding a sub I click with is like a needle in a haystack. I have found some previously but they'd go from excited to bailing or not working with me on their schedule.

I also noticed the fem dom personals seem to get less traction than they used to. I used to see women get something like 50-80 up votes regularly, now many seem to be around 15-30 and I'm not sure if it's because of the season or if many people have just given up.

Dating apps, it's nice to be able to see the individual up front, but I always hate how dating apps feel like looking through a magazine. I'm also sort of demisexual so even if I look at men online and see they're attractive I don't really register it fully or have any desire toward them. That makes it hard for me to decide who to like since I need to at least sort of know their personality.

I've heard chyrpe and feeld are good but I really would prefer starting with a more online dynamic at this time. I do best starting as sort of friends at least at first. So I'm not totally against them, but I'm not sold on them yet.

I heard discord servers are decent so I'm curious about that but the only one I know of is 30+ and I am not quite there lol.

Does anyone have further advice or recommendations? Has anyone else noticed a shift online with less DMs or engagement?

Edit: Stop sending me DMs lying about your age. And you should stop hiding your posts if you want a domme to interact with you.

I'm going to be pretty straightforward with this one gang 😎 I have managed to get a great creative assistant with my previous ads, now I'm looking for something more cute and fun to fill my days with. Someone to shake around like a chew toy 🌞

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I need a cute pretty boy to enjoy. Someone who will obey instructions, talk on vc, send pictures of outfits and vacations, practice French with me, and model once in a while. Since this is pretty specific (especially for modeling) I'm going to be more picky than usual. You must:

• be 25-33, I'm not into big age/maturity gaps. If you're outside of this—READ, ARE YOU READING? – DO NOT DM ME.
• heterosexual
• must be single 😑 no hidden wives or girlfriends
• be 5'10" - 6'4" with a toned or athletic build. Not bulky/super muscular
• be accepting of your subby tendencies 👊
• look relatively masculine. Not a feminine pretty boy. Think of Adam Levine, Penn Badgley, Theo James types. Not E-boys or Jason Mamoa/Chris Hemsworth.
• let me do virtual window shopping with you and figure out what makes you pretty/handsome
• lay out your clothes and let me help you pick what to wear some days
• like showing off
• have cheeky humor and banter
• like being called pretty and cute 🎀
• do voice calls and listen to music with me on discord. Love night music sessions 🎶
• not be too shy, you will have to model at some point
• let me put a bow emoji in your hair and we have sleepovers nights where we watch a movie and eat popcorn 🍿 + wear moisturizing face masks lol
• not have anxious attachment style, I need an avoidant so we can trauma bond 😈
• realize that that last point was a joke or else we probably won't get along 😭 it's a filter. If someone is too literal I don't like sitting there explaining that my jokes aren't serious

I do like really calm chill guys and guys that can be a little sassy. I seen to vibe best naturally with those that have been doms before or have some brat to them even if they are good at doing tasks. The natural banter flows better.

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About me: I have a super long post about myself but to keep it brief here-- I'm American, 5'5", tan with thickish legs/booty. I always say God knew I'd be too powerful with larger boobs 😮‍💨. Dark curly hair around my shoulders. INFP/ENFP type mbti. Pisces, I don't really believe in all that, but I find it interesting. I get along with Scorpio, Cancer, Leo, Capricorn, and Libra the most? I like art, flowers, music, fashion, animals, psychology, movies + shows, writing, cooking, and making meme references. I'm naturally pretty bossy and opinionated honestly lol. I can be pretty sweet though 🙂. I've been told I laugh a lot. Privacy is very important to me. I'll respect yours so I expect the same. I won't be sharing pics of myself unless I'm comfortable but I'll often send pics of things in my life. My dog is one of the cutest ever and you must acknowledge this 🔪. The fire Elmo GIF is my favorite and perfectly demonstrates my personality.

FAIR WARNING: I will yap a lot. This is inevitable. The first 2-3 weeks I probably won't because the amount of DMs exhausts me and I have a life. If you expect instant chemistry or are pushy and expect me to be lively and interesting day one get out of my life and shut up 😔. (Napoleon Dynamite reference for those of you that aren't cultured.)

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Idea of some tasks and how they will work:

• share snippets of your life like aesthetic photos of places you have visited
• send me recipes on command
• work out sessions with me. This could be me jogging while we talk or us doing the same work out
• follow instructions for poses Etc. You'll get a good boy points board where you can exchange points for rewards. If your points are too low it will result in punishment. Punishments can range from push-ups to having to draw me a picture or whatever I pick that day.

Ideally we'd be able to form some sort of friendship and talk about our lives as well. We'll play little games like truth or dare and smash or pass lol.

Not into:

• D&D 😭 sorry I know some of you men love your wizard roleplay, I just don't vibe with it personally
• tons of talking about our jobs. I don't think work is interesting. You'll see me go catatonic. 😶
• Lack of empathy. GROSS
• Crappy communication. We're adults. Use your words or emojis if you gotta, that's what our benevolent overlords gave them to us for.
• Excessive video game playing. I like video games sometimes but I'm more into watching you die in them and laughing
• making the gym or outside your personality. You gotta come inside at some point so we can talk 🤨

Into/fine with:

• guys that play tennis, basketball, or like running and archery
• guys that play instruments or are learning
• guys that find me mildly weird yet endearing 😀
• guys that sometimes play video games and like playing puzzles on rainy days

Limits: scat, anal, blood, illegal stuff, blackmail, femboy, cuck

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Sending a DM:

• tell me your age, hobbies, timezone, height
• if you open with saying "hi mommy" or anything similar you will be blocked 👁 _ 👁
• preference for men who actually have something on their profiles. I have tons of stuff on my profile. I'm not a mystery. My posts are there for a reason.
• after you send it and I reply to you I'll be responding to you as if I am from Bee's Palace if you can keep up with the bit you'll be permitted in.

I'm gonna wait 1 week to receive responses and filter out those that get cold feet. If I don't respond right away it's not necessarily a rejection. If you do want faster acknowledgement, adhere to my requirements. Adding a photo might also make things faster honestly.

I looked back at old chats and just brief discussions with men and noticed some had deleted their entire profiles. Some seem to get a little weird after they've expressed certain desires.

I've seen it said on here that subs often delete their profiles when they feel ashamed or are secretly in a relationship.

A few I have engaged with a bit more recently (even just friendly) though they acknowledged being sub, they are kind uneasy or maybe shy about it. I understand that for men it's not considered the norm but it seemed like it's becoming more accepted and popular?

I don't have this same shame, I accepted it so I can't really relate. I feel like if you're going to try to engage in this sort of dynamic you have to be willing to say what you want and be relatively comfortable. Some subs seem to expect dommes to be mind readers.

I don't mind creating a comfortable environment for someone, but I also don't want to waste my time with someone that will freak out and pull away.

I'm curious as to how others go about this or feel about this