I hate to disappoint those of you who prefer buying material gifts, but there are very few things I want this year. If you’d like to buy me a gift, you may send me a gift voucher to buy a new bottle of my favorite perfume. $50 would cover it without shipping, so send a bit more if you’d like to truly spoil me. Aside from perfume, I would love to see plenty of cash, as well as Amazon gift cards.
If you want to do something more lavish, pay for me to take a weekend away. I always appreciate my sub-funded travel.
If none of that works, send a donation to the Coalition on Homelessness and show me the receipt.
There has never been a single moment that I’ve regretted entering the world of FemDom/FinDom. When I am out in vanilla situations, my mind is regularly clouded with kinky thoughts and I’m often caught staring into space as I daydream about different scenarios. I study the male passersby, wondering if they would submit given the opportunity. Sometimes it’s blindingly obvious, and I feel myself sitting up straighter and locking eyes; in that moment, it is possible to see inside the chosen specimen and determine if he is as submissive as I think he is. When I notice nervousness, I can’t help but giggle to myself. It’s not as if I leave the house in fetish-wear, but my attitude towards men is, and has always been, domineering, and it’s quite obvious that I am the one in charge in all scenarios.
I do what I do because I can’t imagine living any other way. To be immersed in this world is to be living comfortably, naturally, and freely. I talk openly about my kinks and fantasies, never caring if I’ll be judged. Taking financial control of a drooling bitch makes my heart flutter, but I play with subs who aren’t into financial play, too. When I want to see someone humiliated, I decide in the moment if I’d like to do a paid session or simply find someone who will entertain me on cam. I fantasize about doing sessions with locals, and it’s certainly not centered around cash. I love nearly EVERYTHING about this lifestyle, and as I grow more powerful, my plans for the future become bigger and brighter.
There was a time when I foolishly (or perhaps naïvely) believed that ownership was sacred. That taking such a step meant both Domme and sub wanted to become one, a living, breathing entity that included give and take, black and white, peace and chaos. Something unique, rare, beautiful. I was so hopeful that this could exist.
Those visions became cloudy once I witnessed the ease with which so many of these “relationships” formed. A few simple exchanges would lead to a proclamation—“I’m owned, I offer myself entirely to my Goddess.” Often lasting no more than days, I began to notice this with a regularity that left me both skeptical and perplexed. Each new change of status was no different to me than a drunken exchange of vows in a Las Vegas chapel. Something that had once seemed sentimental now looked cheap and bloated, a depressing mirage in the desert of female domination.
Have I changed? Have my standards become too high? Am I blind for believing that a beautiful D/s pairing is possible? I feel like I don’t know anymore, and that makes me sad. You know that sinking feeling in your stomach when you feel disappointed? The sense of dropping that comes with heartbreak? It seems to hit me regularly, making the whole concept of OWNING a submissive feel illusory. I want to believe (cue X-Files theme song), but how? Should I retire the hope I have to find a fulfilling FemDom relationship? Or should I truck on, despite my cynicism? Tell me stories about how you found each other. Give me hope. I want it, but I’m feeling so tired of the disappointment. The financial aspect is secondary in such a relationship, and I want it all. Gimme the gold.
The art of taking.
The rush of adrenaline and arousal that crashes over Me when you submit to Me is the best high I've ever felt. Physically, My pupils dilate. My pulse quickens and My heart beats harder than usual. My scalp tingles, My nipples harden, I feel butterflies swarming in My stomach, and I get wet between My thighs. Psychologically, I am filled with pure lust, greed, desire, want, joy, power, and thrill. It's as if My rational thoughts are pushed to the very back corner of My mind, where they are left to hibernate as I attack My prey.
The less I need, the more I want. Your sacrifice becomes My orgasm. Knowing that you're groveling away during the days to scrape together money for Me is My drug of choice. Speaking to you softly, sweetly, gently, soothingly, all while manipulating you into desiring Me, I have perfected the hypnotic voice that makes Me impossible to resist once you've looked into My eyes and heard Me speak.
The more I have, the more I want. Even writing this has caused Me to soak My poor pajamas, damp as I daydream about My next attack. I want to be craved, I want you to be addicted, and I will have what I want. I get what I want. I always get what I want.
Being under consideration means different things to most Dommes, so I thought I would write a bit about what it means to be under My consideration.
First of all, your UC status does not mean you're owned. Think of it as an internship that has potential to lead to a full-time job; you are working for Me, but you don't yet have all the privileges of REAL employees. You were taken on as an intern because you showed potential and came across as very eager in your interview. In an internship, there is one thing you do when you know you want to be hired on as a full-time employee-- you bust your ASS trying to impress your boss. This is your opportunity to shine, to show your capabilities, to prove that you're dedicated. At the end of your internship, you're either left to your own devices or you're offered a position. Sometimes, you may be given an opportunity to be an independent contractor; usually when your performance was good, you did the job well, but you may not have had enough spirit for them to want you to stick around permanently.
In this situation, I am the Boss, you are the intern, and the independent contractors are usually the boys best suited to be community sluts. During your test run, you will be expected to behave as if you are My property, which means you are loyal, attentive, and thoughtful. You do NOT have a safety net, so if you don't blow My mind, you're either an independent contractor (a toy for Me to enjoy on occasion) or you're fired. I'm not the hardest Domme to please, either, so My expectations are generally quite reasonable. I expect weekly tributes to be sent by 11:59pm on Friday evenings in California time (it is the duty of each sub to convert that to his time zone), daily check-ins (unless a temporary absence is discussed in advance), and HONESTY. I don't tolerate bullshit, and if you lose My trust... you're out.
That's why I do My consideration periods. I've had boys UC who would send a weekly tribute, want to play on cam, and then they'd disappear for another week. Those are subs who have long since been excommunicated from the Church of Sara. Your weekly tribute is not a down payment for a cam session. If you are well-behaved and interesting, I will enjoy video chatting with you. And I will LOOK FORWARD to our chats.
I had no idea that I hadn't posted a blog entry in over six months until checking just now, so I offer My apologies to those of you checking regularly. I'm still here! I'm sure many interesting things have happened since My last entry, but I am currently blanking. I can say with certainty that I have become more powerful, more controlling, and much greedier in the past half year; many people can attest to that.
I recommend that you follow Me on Twitter @the_miss_sara. I am very active there, and you'll be able to keep up with My daily antics.
Until next time,
It is delicate, deliberate, and sensual. It is an elegant dance, fluid movements flowing together to create something smooth as silk. Each word spoken is perfectly lubricated and formed with the lips, tongue, and teeth, all mechanisms working together harmoniously. With the fetish blooming in My stomach as I breathe, there is never a question of what to say next; it's as if My consciousness slips and I'm ethereal, omniscient, sleek. I have drifted from one level directly to somewhere high above, where all of My thoughts are beautifully impure and indecent. My heart slows down, each beat visible over My breasts, right down into My fingertips. And your submission fuels Me, it is power that I use to raise Myself higher. At these moments, "Yes, Goddess" sets Me aflame, My teeth always biting My bottom lip as I feel electricity between My thighs. Each breath becomes shaky, and My pupils dilate, My panties dampen, and in that moment, I AM A GODDESS. Your weakness is a thrill. Your submission is My biggest fetish. Who was I before I revealed the Goddess that lives inside of Me? I don't remember what My thoughts used to be, but I am certain that My mind will become more deliciously powerful as I grow.
I don't need you.
I'll never rely on your income to pay My bills, and I'll never struggle to make ends meet without your money. In My universe, sub money is for play. There are surely things I hate paying for (health insurance, filling up My gas guzzling car), but there has never been a doubt that I am able to support Myself. Your money is handed to Me for frivolities: little gadgets, prestige makeup, gifts for My friends. If I do make a request for cash, it's for dinners, travel, or random shopping sprees. Can I afford to spend $100 every single time I go to Target (I always go for one thing and leave with bags full) or $60 3x per week at Whole Foods? Absolutely. But knowing that someone is eagerly awaiting My demand for reimbursement just fills Me to the brim with devilish glee.
I prefer gift cards because I don't need cash, and if I have it I'll likely end up spending it on something boring. I would much rather use MY money to pay for necessities, and have yours for playtime. I spend a lot and usually on quite random things; I've never been one interested in designer clothing or handbags, but love tech gadgets and taking frequent weekend trips. I see no problem with others who enjoy wrapping themselves in luxury, but it has never been important to Me. I'd much prefer buying a million different items from Forever 21, some lovely dresses from ModCloth, and simple shoes. Your cash will pay for hotel rooms, fine dining, and some occasional pampering. I also have an option on My website for someone to pay for My health insurance. Do I need help? No. Do I hate paying thousands a year for it? Absolutely.
Your cash is used however I see fit, but never think that you're helping to support Me. You are a toy and your money is for My pleasure. And unless I specifically request cash? Stick with gift cards.