u/XOXOGoddessAlice

This cat is hungry for the chase.

Some mice think the game begins when the cat catches them. They imagine the moment they're cornered is where the excitement starts (they're wrong).

The cat doesn't pounce, she circles. Watching her little mouse twitch as she learns what makes it needy and desperate. What makes it nervous, its heart racing as it refreshes her feed to see if it has been called out.

A clever mouse would run, but we both know you're not that clever. You're too curious about how anyone could get so utterly addicted to me. Because a mouse that's thinking about the cat every hour of the day isn't running anymore, it's creeping slowly towards the cat's waiting paws.

So what do you say, little mouse? Care to chat with the cat, or does the cat already have your tongue 💋🖤

My little Foxy Boy thinks I am prophetic in the way I write my posts on here, so in honor of him I have decided to write a short story this week for you all. DMs are still open.

Y/N had promised themself they wouldn't check again.

It was an easy promise to make that morning. Alice had read the message shortly after breakfast, the tiny Seen beneath the conversation providing all the reassurance anyone reasonable should have needed. She hadn't replied, but that hardly meant anything. It was a holiday weekend. She had friends. Family. A life that existed entirely outside the small rectangle of a phone screen.

Y/N had always admired that about her. She never seemed to need anyone's attention, which made people all the more desperate to earn hers.

They let that thought follow them throughout the afternoon as relatives drifted in and out of conversation around the picnic table. Children shrieked somewhere across the yard, weaving between folding chairs while fireworks cracked lazily in the distance despite the sun still hanging high overhead. Every familiar sound blended together into the comfortable chaos that accompanied family gatherings, yet none of it seemed capable of holding Y/N's attention for very long.

Without meaning to, they found themself wondering what Alice's holiday looked like.

It was surprisingly easy to imagine.

She was probably stretched across a lounge chair somewhere beside a pool, sunglasses hiding that infuriatingly perceptive gaze while a half-finished drink sweated quietly beside her. Someone had undoubtedly said something amusing because she was laughing, head tilted back just enough that the sound carried across the water. Perhaps she hadn't even looked at her phone since morning. Perhaps it sat forgotten inside while she enjoyed herself without the slightest awareness that someone several states away kept thinking about her.

The image should have been comforting but all it did was cause a peculiar ache. It wasn't jealousy, Y/N told themself. Just a bit of curiosity about who or what was occupying her attention and whether or not she had even thought of them today.

That was all.

The phone remained in their pocket for another few minutes before their resolve quietly dissolved. There wasn't even a conscious decision to check it. One moment they were helping carry drinks into the kitchen and the next the screen was already glowing in their hand, thumb instinctively refreshing the conversation despite knowing nothing could possibly have changed during the short walk from the backyard.

Nothing had.

The disappointment felt strangely disproportionate.

Almost embarrassing.

Y/N slipped the phone away before returning outside, privately amused by their own impatience. Alice would have rolled her eyes if she'd seen it. Worse, she would have smiled at them in a way that seemed to say "Predictable."

It was absurd how often that certain thoughts no longer felt entirely their own. Months of conversations had left behind little echoes that surfaced unexpectedly throughout the day. Passing a bookstore prompted memories of novels she'd recommended. Walking past expensive watches invited speculation about what she'd notice first if she were standing beside them. Every small decision seemed to arrive accompanied by the quiet question of what Alice would think.

And now, every lull in conversation carried the same intrusive thought.

I wonder if Alice messaged me.

It arrived with such regularity that Y/N eventually stopped resisting it. The thought simply drifted through their mind before dissolving again, only to return a few minutes later with renewed persistence.

I wonder if Alice messaged me.

Someone asked if they could grab another drink from inside and they complied, desperate to check their phone again.

Nothing.

A little later they volunteered to throw away empty plates.

Nothing.

They offered to grab ice.

Nothing.

Each errand felt perfectly reasonable on its own. It was only later, looking back over the afternoon, that the pattern became impossible to ignore. Every small act of helpfulness had carried them inexorably toward the same destination, toward their phone and the hope that her name might finally appear.

Darkness had settled over the neighborhood by the time Y/N finally stopped pretending to pay attention.

The first fireworks climbed into the sky in slow, brilliant arcs, bursting overhead in showers of red and gold while conversations gradually gave way to quiet appreciation. Around them, family members leaned back in folding chairs with paper plates balanced on their laps, content simply to exist together for a little while.

But Y/N couldn't focus on the beauty of the fireworks when every red arc reminded them of Alice's hair. Every loud whistle causing their awareness to narrow until it occupied only two things: the weight of the phone in their pocket and the silence waiting on the other side of the screen.

Alice still hadn't replied.

Every few minutes their fingers drifted unconsciously toward their pocket before they caught themselves. Sometimes they resisted. Sometimes they didn't. The difference seemed increasingly arbitrary.

The screen lit.

Nothing.

Lock it.

A minute later it was in their hand again.

Nothing.

The brief flash of the lock screen soothed it for a moment before the cycle quietly began again.

Somewhere in the distance another firework exploded.

Someone laughed.

Someone called Y/N's name.

They answered automatically without lifting their eyes from the conversation that stubbornly refused to change.

Seen 9:14 AM.

Nothing else. Their thumb hovered over the keyboard, desperate to just send another message.

"Hope you're having a good holiday."

That sounded casual... She wouldn't mind. Would she? But in their mind they knew that Alice would know exactly what it meant.

It would be an admission. A quiet little confession that the silence had finally become too much to bear.

Y/N locked the phone and slipped it away with more force than necessary. This had become pathetic and they were desperate to show themselves they were better than this.

They had made it through the entire afternoon without reaching out again and surely that counted for something.

The vibration came so suddenly that it startled them. For one impossible second the entire world seemed to disappear.

The fireworks.

The conversations.

The laughter.

Everything dissolved beneath the single name glowing against the screen.

Alice messaged me.

Their pulse stumbled painfully against their ribs and they mashed their screen so frantically that it took two attempts before their thumb managed to unlock the phone.

There was only one message.

"You unlocked your phone seventy-three times today."

Y/N read it once.

Then again.

The words refused to make sense.

Seventy-three?

Their immediate instinct was to count backward.

Kitchen.

Garage.

Bathroom.

Porch.

The driveway while taking the trash out.

Standing beside the cooler.

Waiting for the grill.

The hallway.

The spare bedroom.

No.

Surely it hadn't been that many.

Another message appeared.

"I thought you'd have more self-control than that."

The breath caught somewhere in Y/N's throat as they looked instinctively toward the backyard. But everyone remained exactly where they had been moments before. No one was paying attention to them, they never really did.

No one except...

The thought came uninvited.

How did she know that?

People always assume the goal is to catch the mouse.

It isn't.

If I wanted someone immediately obsessed with me, I'd simply send them a photo of myself.

There are plenty of people willing to call a stranger "Mommy" within five minutes of meeting them but that has never interested me.

What I enjoy is watching someone convince themselves they're completely unaffected by me.

Meanwhile I'm learning more about them than they thought I could. I remember details most people forget because those tiny monotonous details eventually become the map to who a person really is behind the mask they wear in public. Everyone leaves breadcrumbs...pieces that can be collected and turned into a feast of information....but where other people ignore them, I document them.

The thing about cats is they don't sprint after every mouse they see. They watch. They wait. They let the mouse believe it's getting away because the chase is far more entertaining when the mouse still believes it still has a chance.

That's the kind of dynamic I enjoy.

Slow enough that trust develops naturally.

Structured enough that expectations become routine.

Psychological enough that one day you realize you've started filtering your decisions through a single question.

"Would. Alice. Approve?"

That realization is infinitely more satisfying than any initial rush or quick drain where your balls empty as quickly as your wallet.

It's the moment when you stop performing as a submissive online and start living your life in total submission. Because owning your mind has always been the prize I have sought after.

If you're looking for a long-term psychological dynamic with a Domme who's patient enough to play the long game, introduce yourself properly. Include your weekly budget and age verification in your first message.

I want it to be edgy and cool, no bot talk

Sure thing, you could post something like:
I noticed something bizzare lately, anyone else notice that paypigs2 is an environment where information, ideas, or beliefs are amplified by repetition? This groupthink has become a subreddit where everyone reiterates each other's ideas regardless of merit.

Thank you Alice GPT, I'm sure FlashingColors will love my use of synonyms and Webster definitions to slightly bother half of this subreddit.

<3 love you girlie

no AI was used to create this post aside from Alice GPT humorbot 6.6.6.

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Sub I blocked for trying to date me contacted me on a 2nd account and tried to "join that business" of my local subs (he's not even local)

Sent the chat to little Buzby and he came back SO QUICK

Taking all suggestions (preferably with links!) for new lingerie for my little bunny.

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He's an adorable, eager little submissive who has fully embraced his role as my fluffy bunny boy, and I think it's time to expand his wardrobe. Cute, pretty, feminine, playful, elegant, ridiculous... I want to see it all!!!

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Bonus points for bunny-themed pieces, pastel colors, lace, ribbons, thigh highs, or anything that would make a good little bunny blush while modeling it for me.

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Show me your favorites.

I've spent a lot of time lurking around Reddit this week reading discussions about homewrecking. Dommes not involved in extortion dynamics, or are too morally "just" proclaiming vehemently that the whole thing is predatory.

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Well... I suppose that makes me the biggest predator around then because I like the hunt 😈🥵

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I like figuring people out and finding the cracks that make them twitch in fear and excitement. I like watching the moment curiosity turns into attachment and attachment turns into a desperate need to give more, share more, be owned more thoroughly.

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I've been told I have an addictive personality. That once you get to know me, you find that detaching just isn't possible. You may joke about trying to break out of the cage but if I were to turn you away, your cock would be sad.

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Personally, I'm addicted to the moment someone realizes they're in trouble.

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The moment they understand I remember and save...everything

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Every story.

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Every photo.

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Every voice note.

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Every passing comment they thought I'd forget, realizing that their collar just got tighter and they're truly fucked.

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Yes, findom and money are parts of the game, but they've never been the whole game for me.

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I've read plenty of subs talking about how they want more than a send-and-receive arrangement. They want connection. Attention. Someone who genuinely enjoys the psychological side of the dynamic.

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Well, I'm right here.

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I prefer cat-and-mouse dynamics, slow burns. The kind where you tell yourself you're just talking to me, then suddenly you're sharing pieces of yourself you haven't shared with anyone else in years.

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You fall for me because every step feels so fucking good. You spiral toward your own demise with a smile on your face because I'm there watching.

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And by the time you realize how much of yourself you've handed over, I've already memorized every piece.

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If you're looking for a long-term dynamic with a Domme who enjoys the chase as much as the catch, send me a message with your weekly budget so I know you read the post.

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Age verification is required.

As some of the US knows the midwest is about to feel mother nature's foot up our asses (non-consensually I may add!)

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So what are your favorite things to do during scary storms to distract from the imminent doom of EF2s and EF3s destroying your entire life?

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I injured my hand this week so I can't do a lot of work on my recording studio this weekend. Sooooo if I can't work on the studio and I can't record I've got entirely too much time on my hands to sit still, and be inside my own head when I could be invading yours 🤭🤭

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I've always preferred cat-and-mouse dynamics because they're never really about a quick chase, catch and release.

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They're about paying too much attention. Learning infinitely more than you told me outright.

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Noticing that you always stay up later on Thursdays.

That you use different punctuation when you're frustrated.

And your default topic you love to change to whenever it gets a little too close to something real.

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I like people who absolutely do not plan on becoming attached...growing feelings...doubting that a faceless internet Domme can truly have as much success as she does 😈 [Those are the little mice who usually learn to sit and stay]

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Maybe they're so obedient because they eventually realize I understand exactly which buttons to press.

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Orrrr maybe it's because being understood is a lot more dangerous than being controlled 😈

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Either way, here we are 🤭

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I suppose the easiest way to describe me is that I get attached to people the way some people collect hobbies.

Once someone catches my attention, I want to know everything about them. Every little thought that enters their pretty little brain.

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Because I genuinely find my little pets fascinating! Their routines... Their quirks.... The stories they tell without realizing they've given me details about their lives they never intended to...

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One day you're just a stranger in my inbox, and the next I've somehow memorized your coffee order, your sleep schedule, and exactly what kind of day you've had from the way you say hello.

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My affection can be a little obsessive when it's focused in the right direction 🤭😈

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If you're looking for something intense, immediate, and over in an hour, keep scrolling.

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Age verification is mandatory before any engagement. I will only interact with those willing to verify via Yoti or provide proof of an age-verified 18+ platform account such as OF or LF.