Authenticity

Real talk: I’m 90 years old when it comes to social media. I frequently have to remind Myself to give a shit about it. The depth of experience I bring from My personal life shines through nonetheless.

I keep two gorgeous devoted houseboys to cook and clean for Me. One has been in My service for the past 14 years, the other, for about 8, waiting on Me hand and foot like good servants. They were not the first, and they will certainly not be the last.

They occasionally feature in my cuckolding shows on chaturbate, as they are both extremely well endowed, tall, and muscular. In other words, everything the sub on the other end is not.

I speak often about the importance of authenticity, and this is why. Follower counts don’t mean fuckall when the sound of My voice and My natural magnetism is enough to compel any self-professed “alpha” to submit and roll over for Me like a good pup. I’ve bathed in respect, adoration and obedience My entire life. I’m used to being effortlessly in control of a room simply by having walked into it. I was born for it.

All of that said, as if on cue, one of My subs just brought Me some lovingly cooked food and a fresh mug of tea as tall and hot as he is. Til next time! 😉

Update:

Aforementioned sub just stepped out of the shower, and as I watched his muscles ripple and gleam under the sheen of water as he toweled off, he asked Me the sexiest six word question in the world:


“May I get you anything else?”


Ahhh, goddess life…


#femdom #domesticservitude

Lazy Sunday musings: financial domination

On a whim, I cruised the #findom tag on Twitter tonight, and the results got me thinking.

After having run My own successful artisan small business for the past 10 years, purchased, renovated and owned My own house for almost 3, and having unquestionably led multiple relationships and controlled all finances over the past 15, financial domination was always going to be a natural extension of those lifestyle experiences. My style of financial domination is much more akin to being a trusted erotic accountant, than it is about demanding tributes and calling men pigs and losers on the internet. It’s built upon a foundation of responsibility, consent, and good communication, and I’m only ever willing to trim the proverbial fat, never to cut anyone closer to the bone than they can comfortably bear.

The odd drive-by tribute is nice enough, but there’s no richly satisfying depth to the relationship. No hope for the sub to lose himself fully in that warm, sublime amniotic safety of true submission, or to experience that precipitous adrenaline rush which accompanies his exquisite surrender of control. Even if genuine respect and protectiveness of subs are unpopular sentiments in a decidedly tryhard performative landscape, I stand firm in My convictions. It is never out of style to care deeply about genuine human connection, trust, and consent.

There’s no moral of this story, I suppose, other than a gentle flicker of hope for these things to be fashionable someday, committed to digital ink and tossed carelessly into the uncaring void of the internet.

And with that, good night, dolls. 😉

-Bett ❤

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