How I Became a Domme

Ah, how I became a Domme. This is a question that is asked by many – it’s a pretty long winded story, but I’ll give it a shot.

Ever since I was young I knew there was something different about Me. For starters, I had absolutely no trouble manipulating people into getting what I want. I can read people like books (which by the way, I am an avid reader). I know how to exploit the deep-rooted weaknesses in people. I have also had very little mercy.

But that was just a realization that I had from a very young age. Believe it or not, I spent all of My teenage years in the punk rock scene… And holy fuck, did I kick some ass. I loved the feeling of beating people up in mosh pits and, on one occasion broke three of a guys ribs with My steel toed boots because the dumb shit was being rude to Me. Yup, I had a mohawk and all. I looked much more like a Domme back then than I do now – but I’m constantly evolving as a human being, as we all are.

It was in those highschool years that I felt… Hm, it was almost a sense of powerlessness which, as I’m sure you could guess, is just not like Me at all. I took control immediately, I worked (even though I should never have to do that), went to school, and felt as though there was this empty void in My life.

I hadn’t been introduced to the D/s scene at all up until that point. Well, up until a year ago now when I found My first slave. I ran across it on the internet (the slave, that is) and we began talking about domination, control, etc… The slave was very interested in teamviewer, and at the thought of taking complete control over someone elses computer I jumped on the occasion. And let Me tell you, I royally fucked the shit out of that computer. That slave, a year later, is still 100% devoted to Me on a daily basis, serves Me daily, and yes, the computer is still under My control 24/7.

The rush, the sense of power I had gained in that single session wasoverwhelming. It felt as though some sort of void in My life that had been missing had suddenly been filled. I am a dominant, powerful woman. I am a Princess. I rightfully deserve to have everything handed over to Me by slaves whom I manipulate, control, and humiliate all for My own pleasure. It’s not about them, not really – it’s all about Me. I feed off of the power of the slaves who I accept. I am never going to work again, and I live a life of luxury. Every goal, dream, and whim that I desire will be fulfilled. I am unstoppable. I am not lacking in confidence in the least.

When I am having a real session with a slave, I am not being scripted in the least. It feels that I am finally free to be the person that I truly am, and it is freeing in a very large way. This is why I know that I have found My chosen path, among many other things. I am a multi-faceted human being, and being a Domme, though a huge part of My life, is just one of the many things that make up the person that is Me.

So- How did I become a Domme? I think I always have been one. It was just finding the name for that part of Me. For instance, someone who soaks up knowledge easily could be called smart, but they wouldn’t know they are smart until they learn the word for smart. I believe it is the same thing with being a Domme, or a submissive. W/we are inherently made this way. It is a part of us. Some of us try to fight it – mainly the subs, but instead it is something that should be embraced and celebrated because W/we have found our true selves.

That void that was for some reason could never be filled, finally has. And I am content and proud to be a Domme, and forever will be.