I expect manners, charm, and maybe even a touch of creativity. Make Me smile, and you’ll be rewarded with attention. Bore Me, and you’ll be punished with silence.
Respect isn’t requested—it’s demanded. Kneel with your words, or be dismissed without a second thought.
If you think you’re brave enough, prove it. Speak carefully—My eyes are on you
Sweet submissive boy, do you believe that what you do doesn’t impact Me?
You belong to Me and that means I have the right to your thoughts, mind, body and soul 😉💋
Not letting Me know when you are upset or down because you don’t want to worry Me, that is not your choice anymore!!
You will open up to Me at all times, I will decide what you get to keep private and what you have to tell Me.
Remember I am your Mistress, your Goddess, your Queen, I have the pussy and I make the rules 🪷🌹
(Written by a Man I love: JD)
Fear, Desire, and the Brave Face. The first time someone crosses the threshold of a BDSM club, it rarely feels casual. It is a ritual of exposure — fantasy colliding with reality, private cravings finally stepping into the open. Nerves sharpen every sensation: the clench of the stomach, the quickened breath, the sweat hidden beneath carefully chosen clothes.Newcomers almost always arrive armored with a mask of composure. Shoulders back, chin lifted, trying to project a calm they don’t truly feel. Inside, though, their heart thrums like a flogger’s rhythm: Will I look foolish? Will I be recognized as green? Will I manage to fit in among people who move with such unapologetic power?That fear isn’t separate from the erotic current of the space — it is part of it. The air in a dungeon carries its own weight, thick with leather, rope fiber, perfume, and anticipation. The thud of a paddle lands like a drumbeat, the hiss of rope sliding through a rigger’s hand is almost serpentine, and from the shadows comes the unmistakable sound of surrender: a moan that is both pleasure and release.For the newbie, it can feel like drowning in sensation. Every glance seems loaded, every brush of contact across the bar feels charged. The body knows, even before the mind admits it — this isn’t just social discomfort. This is arousal stitched to anxiety, dread braided with desire.Those who’ve been in the scene long enough recognize this look instantly. The wide-eyed curiosity, the stiff attempt at confidence, the trembling hand that can’t quite decide whether to reach for a drink or grip the side of the chair. Far from being mocked, it’s seen with empathy — even with a certain affection. After all, every seasoned Dom, every elegant submissive, every switch dancing between roles once stood in exactly those same unsteady shoes.What makes the first visit intoxicating is that the anguish of not knowing becomes an erotic act in itself. Uncertainty sharpens the senses; fear heightens arousal. To stand in the club, feigning bravery while the body betrays excitement, is already to submit — not to a person, but to the atmosphere of the dungeon itself. Vulnerability is the first binding, the first rope.And then comes the turn: a smile from across the room, a Dom’s measured gaze that seems to strip away the mask, a casual invitation into conversation that feels like a test. Suddenly, the newbie is no longer just an outsider peeking in, but a participant on the edge of initiation.This is the secret the BDSM community holds close: anguish and fear are not obstacles. They are doorways. That knot in the stomach, that trembling hand, that brave-but-fragile mask — they are preludes to surrender, to courage, to discovery.Every journey into kink begins with uncertainty. But in that uncertainty lies the spark — the moment when fear turns erotic, and the dungeon begins to claim you.A Gentle Word to NewcomersIf you’re preparing for your first visit, know this: your fear is natural, and it belongs here as much as your curiosity does. A few reminders may help you step through the door with more confidence:Observe before you leap. Spend time watching, listening, and feeling the energy of the room. Learning by observing is as much a rite as playing.Ask questions respectfully. Most people in the community appreciate genuine curiosity, especially when it’s paired with politeness.Consent is the foundation. Nothing happens without it. Respecting boundaries — yours and others’ — is the sexiest thing you can do.You don’t have to perform. Simply being present is enough. There’s no pressure to play your first night (or your tenth).Allow yourself to feel. The fear, the trembling, the heat in your chest — it all belongs. It’s part of your initiation.The dungeon isn’t just a stage for fantasy; it’s a sanctuary for transformation. Your anguish and uncertainty are not weaknesses to hide — they are the beginning of your story.
The moon is woman, gentle and soft, She sends moonbeams to gently stroke your face and hair while you sleep.
In the light of Her glow everything appears softer and more beautiful, if you stand quietly and watch Her, She seeps into your soul and calms the chaos of the day reminding us that the past is done, tomorrow is the future and tonight we are allowed to rest.
Tonight She joins her sisters and her Magic is Magestic.
There’s a Man who sleeps, he belongs to Me.
His face now soft and resting, his body curled up and calm.
Him I watch over always, I enter his mind and gently stroke his hair.
There’s a Man who sleeps, he is Mine and he belongs to Me 💞
A range of soft smelling creams on the table, She sits every evening before sleeping and applies cream to every part of her body that She can reach, slowly and gently allowing it to soak into her skin like a gentle whisper.
After She is satisfied and Her daily ritual is done, She turns to the Man sitting watching Her worship Her body, smile’s and hands him the cream.
Walking over to the bed She lays down on her stomach, he moves Her hair gently to the side and begins to apply the cream to Her shoulders, back and soft round bottom, down her legs and when he gets to her feet he kneels down and massages them until She falls asleep.
He looks down at his Mistress and his heart contracts, She is softness and Strength and She owns him.
Bathing, climbing into the warm water, feeling your body enfolded, My man washes My body with soap that smells of vanilla and rose’s, his concentration on washing his Mistress’s body making Me smile softly, not because he’s forced to but because he wants to.
So eagerly he bows to Your commands, without hesitation he kneels at Your feet, waiting for his Mistress to command him.
So You have the power to make him do anything that pop’s into Your mind, You have the right to use him now and then when you remember he’s there, right?
NO, You as a Mistress have the responsibility for a mind and soul that has been handed to you in trust, You are meant to protect, show them how precious they are, build them up.
Even when they want to be degraded and treated like they are worthless, it’s Your job to allow them the feeling in a safe space, to explore the reason and to make sure they know that You choose to love them, that You see worth and beauty in their broken parts, that it’s a gift to You.
Otherwise Don’t become a Mistress.
If you are really lucky, you may find someone who belonged to you in your past life, who knows you more than you know yourself.
When it feels like they are poured into your mind and soul like liquid gold, filling the gaps you knew you had but didn’t realise you needed them filled to be complete.
That’s a connection that transcends time, one that your innermost core remembers, one that even if you never connect in this life, you know that you will in the next.
We live life to the fullest with the people who are given to us to love throughout our lives, and we remember that Spiritual Connection again the moment it comes into contact with our aura, it’s electric and peaceful all in one.
We all deserve to find our perfect person/soul.
Soulmates, Twin flame’s, soul’s bound by magical threads 🪄✨
Don’t give up or overlook yours 🌹🙏🏻
