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This is where I'll jot down some thoughts occasionally.

How I Mommy Domme

Apr 22, 2022, 9:13 AM

Since you may have some questions, I thought I'd explain my kind of maternal domination here.

The quick bit: my kind of mommy domming has nothing to do with age play or fantasy incest. I have no problem with those kinks - they're just not what I do.

So. What do I do?

I become your new mother. A kind, wise mother. The kind of mom who helps you do well in life
I provide structure, advice, and rules
I release you from the burden of decision-making
I coach you
I help you feel secure and nurtured
I offer my own mixture of sternness and affection

To be clear, this is a paid service that I offer via Phrendly. (That link gives you a $10 credit.)

Via Phrendly, I'm available to text you and have phone calls and video chats - just like a mom who lives far away from you.

Do you have a need to feel loved and cared for? Do you want a mentor? Do you just want someone to tell you what to freaking do? That's what I'm here for.

If this appeals to me, contact me via Phrendly and we can talk about your needs.

I Was My Own Domme This Week

Apr 22, 2022, 3:37 AM

This week, I needed an adult. I strained my lower lumbar region. My kiddo broke their finger. A friend of mine called CPS on his wife and started hunkering down at my place with their kids.

And more.

*sigh*

It's been a lot. And the whole time, my back has had me living life at elbow-height. It's been difficult to stand up, to get into cars, to sit, to lie down... to exist. And other people were relying on me to take care of them.

I needed someone to take care of me.

So I called on the Domme inside.

This week, I was my own parent, my own mentor, my own best friend. I flicked the whip by setting boundaries. I negotiated with myself to clear my calendar and rest. I flogged myself into asking other people for help. I gave myself aftercare when I was hurting.

I set the scene by preparing my days in advance and setting myself up with supplies - only instead of lube, shears, ropes, and floggers, I set out healthy snacks, disposable plates, lidocaine patches and prescription muscle relaxants.

I booted my cranky, pained self to walk gently for a few moments at a time. I lured myself into doing gentle stretches. I took naps and called myself a good girl.

Accessing my inner Domme was like doing inner child work, or assuming an alter ego, or playing dress-up. There was no erotic charge. This was nurturing, but nurturing I gave myself from a place of power, control, and command.

And it worked. I've come through this week with fairly high levels of energy, in relatively high spirits, and I'm healing right along. My kid is okay now that they've got their splint. My friend is still in trouble, but he's taking concrete, sensible steps.

Breathing in and breathing out.

I needed an adult, and, this week, my adult was the Domme inside.

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