Red Flags in Dominant Women: If You Want the Title, Do the Work • You are not in control of yourself. If your emotions rule the room, you do not. If you lash out, break down, or ghost the second you’re uncomfortable, then no—you are not Dominant. You are undisciplined. Power begins at home: in your nervous system, your voice, your choices. • You won’t name what you want. Expecting a man to read your mind isn’t power—it’s manipulation. A Dominant doesn’t hint. She states. • You let males push your limits. Because you're scared to lose them. You “let it slide.” And you teach them that your boundaries are decorative. No man is worth that. • You perform Dominance, but don’t understand it. Topping isn’t the same as leading. Humiliating someone doesn’t make you powerful. Power lives in structure, not theatrics. • You use the title “Domme” without knowing what it means. Dominant is not gendered. “Domme” was made to soften the word—to make it pink and palatable. But that’s not leadership. That’s performance. • You want control, but can’t carry it. You give orders, but never follow up. You create rules, but forget them. You want structure, but refuse to build it. • You chase attention instead of obedience. If you care more about being watched than being followed, more about compliments than consistency—you are not leading. You’re feeding. • You wear kink like a costume. If your confidence only activates when someone’s looking, it isn’t confidence—it’s marketing. Dress for you, not for validation. • You treat other Women like competition. You roll your eyes when She walks in. You talk behind Her back. You act like Her power threatens yours. It doesn’t. Fix your own crown. • You brag about being wanted, not being obeyed. A dozen men wanting you means nothing if none of them listen. What exactly are you proud of? • You avoid correction instead of rising to it. You flinch, disappear, or get defensive when you’re called in. But Dominance without reflection is just ego in costume. Growth is not weakness. It’s leadership. • You lead with cruelty instead of clarity. You think being cold makes you strong. But fear without trust is not submission—it’s survival mode. • You let the same disrespect happen multiple times. “He meant well” doesn’t mean you accept it. Respect is not a request—it’s a standard. • You let your standards drop. Loneliness is real. But staying with someone unworthy just to avoid silence is how power rots. • You don’t love yourself deeply enough to lead. If you need male attention to feel worthy, you cannot hold anyone’s trust. Lead yourself first. My darling Sisters, this is not about tearing You down. It’s about reminding you to rise and maintain the standards You deserve.

Why It Sucks To Be A Succubus   It’s strange... being built like this. Sadist. Primal. Dominant. Sexual. A Succubus in the quiet sense—driven by energy, not attention. Wired for depth, control, connection. And yes, desire.   I’m not frigid. I am not lonely. I’m not unfulfilled. But there’s a part of me that remains wanting...   I need the charge that comes with real submission. The kind that isn't acted out, but *offered*. Through presence. Through surrender. Through the kind of intimacy that doesn’t dilute anything.   But I’m selective. And that doesn’t pair well with a hunger this specific.   I want a beast. But not just any. *Mine.*   The one who doesn’t kneel easily, but kneels *fully*. Whose obedience isn’t desperate—it’s aligned. Who serves with precision, not performance. A creature with discernment, instinct, and loyalty that runs deep.   I want to be desired. Fiercely but respectfully. *Deliberately.*   I want a bond where words become unnecessary. Where the energy between us holds its own shape. Where I don’t have to explain what I am—he already knows. Because it’s what he’s been waiting for too.   And maybe that kind of fit is rare. But I won’t distort myself for access. Or pretend I’m not hungry, just because I’m disciplined.   So I wait... Knowing what I want. And I trust that *he* does as well.

Green Flags in Submissive Men: This Is the Minimum • You show up when you say you will. Not mentally, not “in spirit,” not with an excuse trailing behind you like toilet paper stuck to a boot. You show up. Consistently. Without being chased. • You tell the truth, even when it doesn’t serve you. Especially then. • If you lie about one thing, you’ll lie about anything. That “harmless” omission is rarely alone. If you can’t tell the truth when it’s small, you’ll twist it when it’s big. • You communicate from your real phone, with your real voice, under your real name. If you need a burner and a façade just to speak to a Woman, you’re not submissive—you’re suspicious. • You’ve maintained long-term, peer-level relationships. If every past connection ended in drama, betrayal, or ghosting, the problem probably isn’t everyone else. • You don’t come in hot, fast, and dripping with destiny. If you’re love bombing, you’re not in love—you’re hunting leverage. Slowness is respect. Urgency is a red flag. • You don’t fold when denied. If you ghost, sulk, or lash out after a single “no,” you were never submissive. You were performing compliance with conditions. • You know submission doesn’t make you weak. It makes you accountable. You don’t weaponize softness or spiral into “I guess I’m just worthless” when corrected. You adjust. You improve. • You have a therapist—or at the very least, a functioning inner world. If you’re walking around with war stories, trauma, rage, or guilt, you already have a Master: your past. • You honor time. Her time. Your time. The Dynamic’s time. You don’t drag both of you into lazy purgatory while you “figure things out.” • You understand that following orders isn’t a magical state of enlightenment, it’s a practiced skill. So, when She gives clear instruction, you follow it. Not after debate. Not with excuses. Not with attitude. You just do it. • You keep your wallet in your pants unless Financial Domination is on the table. Otherwise, your paranoia about being used for money is your issue—not Hers. Projecting that onto Her is an immediate red flag. • You respect that not all Dominants are the same. You learn about Her—what makes Her happy, what She requires, what She loathes—and tailor yourself accordingly. • You know the difference between service and access. Just because you did something nice doesn’t mean you’ve earned attention, intimacy, or inclusion. • You know that serving Her is not about performing kink to win affection. It’s about being excellent in the little things. The invisible things. The unglamorous things. • You put Her needs before your urges. If you’re aching to serve, you check what She actually needs—not what gives you the biggest rush. • You aren’t constantly proving your submission to the room. If it’s real, it’s quiet. Focused on what matters. Performed submission is loud because it’s fragile. • You use Her title, not an honorific you choose. Unless She tells you otherwise. Which She probably hasn’t. • You see correction as connection, not rejection. • You don’t sulk, don’t flinch, don’t try to renegotiate rules mid-Dynamic. You hold the line and communicate your needs like an adult. • You make Her feel safe—emotionally, physically, spiritually. That safety is what allows Her to dominate fully. Without it, you’re not a submissive—you’re a threat. • You know yourself. Your limits, your truths, your baggage. You don’t morph into the fantasy you think She wants just to gain entry to Her world. You bring yourself, not a counterfeit. Anything less is manipulation, not submission. • You’re not just obedient. You’re thoughtful. Deliberate. Receptive. And above all, reliable. - Demoness

Age Gaps – Power, and the Predator’s Playground Let’s strip the niceties and say it plainly: this community has an age gap problem. And hiding behind “consenting adults” doesn’t erase the manipulative power imbalances baked into most of these May-December pairings. Older male Dominants, in particular, seek out significantly younger submissives not because of compatibility — but because youth is easier to impress, easier to control, and less likely to recognize grooming for what it is. The science backs this: the prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain responsible for judgment and impulse control, doesn’t finish developing until around **age 25** (NIMH, 2022). An 18-year-old can say yes — but that doesn’t make the dynamic ethical, informed, or safe. Studies show: - 72% of heterosexual age-gap BDSM relationships involve older male Doms and much younger female subs. - Age-disparate relationships with authority dynamics increase the risk of emotional abuse, coercion, and control (Lehmiller & Agnew, 2008; NCBI, 2018). - Young women (18–24) are three times more likely to experience partner coercion or violence in age-gap relationships (CDC, 2020). And while male Doms are often excused for this behavior, Female Dominants — especially those over 35 — are held to higher ethical standards. We are expected to mentor without exploiting, to teach without taking. 65% of older FemDoms prefer partners within a 10-year range (Kink Census, 2021). We choose intention over infatuation — not because we’re saints, but because we’ve seen the aftermath when predators are allowed to roam unchecked. The worst part? It’s not just the men. Submissives who romanticize this behavior, event hosts who invite known predators, and peers who stay silent — all become accomplices. You are the reason it continues. This isn’t just about preference. It’s about a pattern of power and exploitation, hiding in plain sight. And if you’re still defending it? You’re part of the problem.

The Entitlement Trap: How Men Fail to See Us I am not a fantasy fulfillment center, your emotional sponge, or your boredom antidote. I’ve made it clear who I am, written it plainly, repeatedly. And yet, they come—male subs and, even worse, self-proclaimed male “Doms” have joined the clown parade—storming into My inbox like a wounded animal with no understanding of boundaries and the reading comprehension of a damp rock. When you disregard what Women have written, you reveal yourself completely. You show us that you aren’t interested in who we are, what we value, or what we seek. We become nothing more than an object, a projection of your desires, a tool for you to manipulate. You see us not as a person, not as a Dominant, not as a Woman—you see us as a machine you can shove entitlement into, expecting Kink to fall out. “Don’t you want to hurt me?” No. I don’t know you. I don’t owe you pain, attention, or even a reply. I am not a performing sadist here to validate your masochistic thirst just because you barked a question in My direction. You wouldn’t walk up to a stranger on the street and ask them to slap you—so why do you think your fetish excuses your idiocy? Sadism is not a random service I provide—it is a curated gift, earned through trust, connection, and respect. The fact that you think it can be summoned just because you asked tells me all I need to know about your understanding of power exchange: It revolves solely around your needs and desires, not the Dynamic. And the male “subs” aren’t faring any better. If I see one more “I want to be used” message, I’m going to invoice you for the eye-roll damage. What does that even mean? Used for what? Used by whom? You think submission is about shoving yourself into the space of a Dominant and demanding to be handled like a toy off the shelf? Let me be clear: I want My car detailed. I want My feet rubbed. I want obedience, peace, and a soul that knows how to listen. If your idea of submission doesn’t include actual service, you’re not submitting—you’re just loitering with an erection and hoping I won’t notice how useless you are. This isn’t just about Me, though. I speak from My own experience, but this issue spreads far beyond My circle. Women, all over this community, make their desires clear. We list them. We outline our expectations. We do the work. And yet, time and again, we are ignored. Why? Because too many men—whether Dominant or submissive—can’t even do the bare minimum: read, respect, recognize that we are not here to be consumed. If you treat a Woman like a kink dispenser, you forfeit the privilege of being near Her power. If you ignore what She says, begging for what you want, you’ve already shown that you’re not a true submissive. You’re just a taker wearing a leash. You are not owed our time. You are not entitled to our attention. And until you learn to see us as human beings—fully realized, fully autonomous, and utterly uninterested in pandering to your ego—you will remain where you belong: Outside the circle. Unchosen. And completely forgotten.