Discipline.

The Suburban Domme

Mom, wife, business owner in that order. I live in a 24-7 D/s marriage. It’s always been a FLR but the addition of FemDom and D/s has become an integral part of our everyday life. I use my husband’s fetishes and kinky urges on him, not against him, to keep a happy balance in what is sometimes an unbalanced relationship due to the fact we are different ends of the kink spectrum. I’m not a merciless sadist. I tend to lean toward being a sensual sadist with a wicked sense of humor. Laughter is the best aphrodisiac in my world. I prefer giggling over cackling, a tender smile over a hateful sneer, issuing my sub a challenge as opposed to barking orders. Rarely will you find me in the standard issue Domme gear. That only comes out for scene play. The clothes do not make the Domme. I Domme my sub best in just plain ol’street clothes, a kitschy commentary type t-shirts, blue jeans and most likely cowboy boots and I do my Domme thing on the down low. I may be domming him right behind you at the market. If you see a man blush and fidget in response to a gesture or some words from the woman he is with, that might just *BE* me and my sub.