Religion is the Opium of the People

 

I am your religion and addiction.

  Now you are with me, kneeling before Me, you feel whole, complete. That void within you is filled, for the first time, ever. At last, a sense of total belonging. When My eyes gaze into yours you will loose yourself completely in My reality. You enter My Dimension of being. At one point you thought your fantasies were complex, ravishing ... of such great depth that they seemed unobtainable. 

Suddenly you realize that I lead you towards something much deeper than you could have ever even thought of. My world hits you harder and you fall lower into total submission - for Me. 

  At this point, and only if you allow it, then I will become your one true God, your religion. The single most important aspect of your life. The singularity that sucks you in. Everything in your pathetic existence starts to be orchestrated around My Powers over you.

Finding yourself entirely intoxicated with excitement. I am your new drug, your new Mistress. The Goddess who you crave and can no longer live without. I give true meaning to your life. Something mystical, baffling, yet so simple: 

Me Goddess - you slave - you serve - you belong.

The Loss

I keep my stable of slaves small on purpose, but that also means the losses cut deeper. The hardest one—one I still struggle to talk about.  Losing someone who wasn’t just a sub, but one of My closest friends. Even now, writing this, I can feel that knot rising in My throat. We spent years together, often talking on the phone three or four nights a week, sharing plans, laughter, frustrations, dreams. He was loyal, devoted, funny, very stubborn, insightful and he understood Me in a way that only time and trust can create.

Nothing will ever replace My puppy steve - no dynamic, no new connection, no fresh excitement. And honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone I bond with in that exact way again. He left a void, a quiet space in My life where his presence used to sit so comfortably. I wasn’t prepared for how suddenly he would be gone. I don’t think anyone ever is.

A few months before his unexpected departure, he said something that still rings in My head everyday. 
“Fuck it .. let’s go to the Keys and figure it out when we get there.”
I remember laughing and telling him I couldn’t. I have a job, a family, responsibilities. A life that doesn’t  allow for spontaneous escape. But now? Part of Me aches at the thought. If I had known what was coming, I would have spent his last months on this planet with him, been there 24/7, no questions asked, no hesitation. Just: “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

I can’t change that. I can’t get that time back. What I can do is honor what he was to Me: My loyal sub and My devoted servan,  2007 to 2024. Rest in peace, My friend. you will always be an important part of My story, still part of my heart. 

 

Rookie mistakes

When I first started as a ProDom, I assumed experience and skill would come naturally, that people would instinctively always respect the space I created. I quickly learned it doesn’t. I misread signals, over-invested in the wrong energy, and learned the hard way that not everyone is ready to rise to the occasion. Some lessons weren’t painful, they were enlightening: patience matters, subtlety carries more weight than loudness, and discernment is everything.

Looking back, my early missteps weren’t failures, they were tuition. I got paid in experience. My mistakes taught me how to recognize the people worth my time, how to hold space without overexplaining, and how to let my presence do the work for me. 

I am a product of My past and My years of experience. Every encounter was a lesson. Those lessons built the confidence I carry today, a quiet authority no one can fake, and a standard I am no longer willing to negotiate.

OPEN (to the public?)

When picking submissives I’ve always practiced a certain level of discernment. For Me being truly powerful as a FemDom has always meant the ability to be truly selective.My door has never been just “open to the public.”

Never has, never will be. I’ve always enjoyed being more of an ‘underground dominatrix’  a hidden secret. Operating from a speakeasy Dungeon…

 

There’s this myth that if someone doesn’t see a ProDom posting actively, it means She has  disappeared, left the scene, retired, or somehow stopped existing.

Meanwhile, I’ve now had the same three men kneeling at my feet for more than a decade.

No need for announcements, ads or reminders. 

They’ve always reached out to Me and I was always happy to arrange a meeting when possible. They know I have a life and commitments beyond the FemDom lifestyle  

It’s powerful when subs  just show up  consistently, quietly, respectfully.

Not everyone gets access to this type of arrangement. And that’s the point.

Brief but very informative Podcast wiht a Dominatrix.

Listening to Clarity Mills on Newstalk’s Lunchtime Live reminded me how kink is often misunderstood. Many assume it’s all about sex, but at its core, BDSM and alternative lifestyles is really about power exchange.

As the Woman on the podcast explains, sometimes Dominatrix work is a way to process past trauma or decompress from life’s pressures. I see this in My day-to-day work, a lot of men who are in leadership position and in control all the time. Those are the usual subjects that just love kneeling before a loving female Authority ready to take the lead. 

She also mentioned Ireland has come a long way in a short time, and it’s fascinating to see how generational shifts influence openness to sexual expression.

 

 

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