I remember how it felt the first time a man submitted to me when I joined the findom scene. I was nervous, but in the most delicious way—my power was bubbling beneath the surface, teasing me as I engaged in the first power exchange I had experienced outside of my personal relationships. My stomach was filled with butterflies, my energy absolutely electric and my mouth dry. Yet at the same time, it was the most natural thing in the world.
My evolution from “sadistic bitch” to “Domme” was smooth and fluid, as if I had been born to financially dominate weak men. Those closest to me were unfazed by this transition, as they had all seen me delirious with power and sadistic tendencies with most of the men in my life… particularly all of the men who made the mistake of falling in love with me over the years. I took pride in breaking down the male ego, dissecting it, crushing it, then leaving without any sympathy. The boys who desired me were masochists craving my power, fully aware that I was ruthless and unlikely to give a flying fuck about their deep romantic feelings for me.
Knowing how much power I held over them made me laugh maniacally and burst with energy. I loved playing with my toys and taking advantage of their weakness in my presence. Whether I was humiliating them, teasing them mercilessly with my perfect body, or fucking other men in front of them, I had the power. Seeing the submissiveness in their eyes when meeting my own was like a drug to me.
I remain ruthless and sweetly sadistic to those helpless enough to submit to me. My heart still skips a beat when I am breaking down the male psyche, and my breath quickens. Six years into my journey, and I have no plans to slow down. I have built my empire on the backs of subservient men, and I will continue to climb the pyramid until I am at the very top.
Serving me is a gift. Paying me is the highest honor.