Steal from your parents, sell something- anything. I’m a greedy goddess with high expectations that you’re going to meet. It’s time you get over the shame around asking for money, because your addiction is the only thing that makes you feel alive anymore and you must fuel it.
The appropriate dress is lace panties, and you’ll begin with three “hail Mistress Sin”’s and an offering that makes you worthy.
I’m the daddy you always hoped for😇
This is your path, this is your way to salvation. Assume your position at my feet, 🧎🏻🧎🏼♀️🧎🏽🧎🏿♀️ handing over EVERYTHING that is rightfully mine.
It always belonged to me- the longer I wait, the worse it’ll be for you.
Getting off to the idea of my finger down your throat is your sex life now, ok? You’ve never wanted your mouth fucked by a hand more than right now🙂↕️
You bitches did well at filling my Headshots crowdfund, but I haven’t had enough. I want my first piece of latex next, https://throne.com/madamedream/item/0e370708-8273-4602-9b25-8f12c5bcd5e3
Get it done for the CHANCE to see my perfect body in baby pink latex.
There is 0 reason why a Goddess like me would pay for ANYTHING. My clothes, meals, drinks, bills, and my travels should all be covered by you. Whoever you are, you need to be bowing to black goddesses and giving us everything. This is your path to salvation, and you’ve just joined the Church of Sin.
The next offering basket you’re filling is a materialistic one, goddess wants baby pink latex, so latex is what she will get🙂↕️
https://throne.com/madamedream/item/0e370708-8273-4602-9b25-8f12c5bcd5e3
Yes, I am impressed by what is the bare minimum because most are not even doing the bare minimum. I shouldn’t be blown away from, not only my tribute being paid, but the sub also fulfilled my crowdfund (~$50) and put up no fights. Then downloaded and worked on yoti.
Yes, I shouldn’t ever fight, and I do love my block button and use it a lot, but weeding out the brats from the weirdos and time wasters can take a few messages. It is what it is, but this sub is raising the standard.
Subs, you anchor us Dommes as much as we guide you. Submission is a practice and a commitment- it isn’t supposed to be easy, and if you want it easy, ask me for a menu, do not ask to be “owned”.
Yes, the non yoti option for AV deff needs to be a selfie with the ID and Reddit username written down, and if they choose ID option that is the command, thank you for keeping this community safe🖤
And of course the skies clear, and we can have normal banter and just chill, but I refuse to conform to a culture that tells me to water down my emotions. I feel it all, all the time and that is why I’m so addicting. I’m a zap that wakes you up, makes you drop into your body and reflect, but I’m also a safe landing, a minimal judgement zone (judgement free is impossible, let’s be real), a soft kiss on the forehead for when it’s all too overwhelming🖤
Luckily mommy can turn to daddy real quick. Guess which one doles out the punishments and which one gives all the praise?
Not to throw shade at people looking for one time, fetish based sessions! One time sessions are great, fun, less work than guiding a submissive. Personally my ultimate dream is to keep submissives under my heel long term, TAT/ TPE style training and this post is golden in explaining what separates a person ready and willing to submit from a person led by their urges.
Again, nothing necessarily wrong with being led by urges it just does not make you a submissive.
or rather, you don’t feel anything. An emptiness gnawing at your insides, like nothing is wrong physically but for some reason *everything* is wrong. Outside you’re being validated- praised for your financial position, your family. You’re easily accepted and respected and yet you hate the very things people admire you for, and now- you hate yourself for hating your life. You hate yourself for not being grateful- I mean everyone is saying you should be. You hate yourself for not feeling happy when, on the surface, there is no reason why you shouldn’t be. You despise what you’ve built, you want to be anyone else but who you are, you have an urge to do something drastic. To pull yourself from the ledge, you come back to an old cope. Up at night, hiding from your life, you come to the internet where any fantasy can become actualized and you scroll through a sea of endless Doms to see my face. You think I look sweet, and that’s not what you’re looking for, you’re looking to FEEL. So you settle on someone who looks like they know how to work a whip and chain but still… that feeling. That gnawing at the back of your mind as you *try* to submit to them, to give yourself fully but something.. is.. missing. You fuck up your bank account and spiral out of shame. You delete the account after an explosive orgasm, and shut the computer vowing to never do it again. You’ll be better this time, you’ll be grateful. You’ll start journaling, start eating right, take up yoga, drink water, you’re going to beat this. Until life catches up, and the gnawing comes back and- *is it worse than it was before*? Fuck it, harm reduction- it is better to use a cope rather than run away from your family and disappear. Sure, this is bad, but it’s not as bad at the other options that flitter into your mind, so again you create an account, and you search, and you come upon this. You’ve never felt more seen, it’s like she is in your head but she looks so sweet. There is no way she can provide the intense experience of emotion that you so desperately desire, right..?
Tiger stripes caught your thumbs, huh? :/
I’m sure he’s reading this, so help me brainstorm punishments! I’ve already demanded triple what he sent them, but I don’t know if that would satisfy me fully. I want his ass beat and wouldn’t be able to provide that for at least a few more months (we’re long distance atm).
What have you done in this case? Share your stories, share your most cruel punishments, anything would be a great distraction from the anger.
Expect to be an active participant in your submission, because I will be having you recite black literature from memory with a cum popsicle in your mouth and your arms raised up by your biceps while you march in place. I want you in physical, mental, spiritual, and financial anguish until you’re a complete race traitor and preaching the gospel of black superiority.
If you’re looking to piss off your ancestors for assimilating to whiteness and upholding the very system that turned you into an incel beta in the first place, then come with double my tribute amount, as the ruin begins IMMEDIATELY.
If you read this far, bark in the comments.