Confession by Madi

Confession by Madison Grayman

Those who know me know that I do not regularly write a confession. It is not that I do not find confessions at the Dominion a wonderful event, but it is the fact that I prefer to write when I have something to say. This weekend is one of those moments.

Just over a year ago several things happened in my life. The most important was my then girlfriend of more than a decade..... said yes to my proposal. We married this past spring. While that is exciting in itself and many of my Dominion family shared in the experience for with I am very grateful. The second most important thing happened rather unexpectedly. It was something I never thought would happen. I was collared by Lady Gabrielle. I had been owned by 2 other lovely Ladies who I still adore very much. But those relationships did not last to know one's fault. It is the way of SL relationships. But now I am collared to Lady Gabrielle. Someone who first and foremost was my friend before the delicate collar was locked around my neck. I am the only girl in a small gaggle of subs which my Mistress has collared. I have my role. I am her assistant. Her go to girl. Her Girl Friday.

My Mistress is my focus, my purpose, my discipline, my rock, and my dear friend. She accepts me for all that I’m. She tolerates my mischief and puts her foot down at just the right moments. My Mistress encourages me to be my best. She encourages me to be the best husband to my wife. My Mistress is understanding. Look at garth, if thats not understand, I don't know what is. But all kidding aside. my Mistress is wonderful and I just want to tell her thank you for the very special gift she gives me by allowing me, Madi, to be her girl friday.

Madi

Since You've Been Gone by Miss Lisa

Since you’ve been gone.....

I feel as if I am existing in a vacuum; just going through the motions.  I breathe in and out.  I eat, I sleep, I work, I log onto SL, I read a little, I watch TV.  Life goes on. Sometimes I laugh, have a little fun and I am happy again, temporarily.
Most of the time, inside, I feel as if I am drowning, slowly , just a little bit more, every day.
My whole being feels raw. A raw, open wound:  Weeping,  fragile, tender.
We still play our word games on our phones. Our silent way of saying to each other, ‘I’m still here, in your life. I still love you.  I haven’t left you completely’.  We email every week or so: ‘Hi, how are you doing? Winter is on the way. I miss you. I love you’. We still cling desperately to each other;  like fish gasping for air in an evaporating pool.  We cling to the fragments of the relationship that we left behind. Unwilling to let go, unwilling to let each other slip into the abyss of the past; that dark, lonely place of memories, of how things used to be.  I don’t want you to be a fucking memory. I don’t  want  you to be my past.  I want you to be my now, my every day, my life.
Please don’t tell me it gets better. I don’t want to get over you. I want to wallow in this pain forever.  Anything to stop the fear of losing you completely.  The fear of not being significant in your life anymore.   Of not waking up every day thinking of you, wondering if you’re thinking of me.  I’d rather feel this, than feel nothing. Don’t make me let you go.
I welcome the pain. The pain tells me you’re still here. Here where you firmly lodged yourself in the beginning, right here, buried deep within my broken heart.

Lisa (Destiny Teardrop - 20th Oct 2012)

Confessions From Alisa

Happy 4th Anniversary Dominion, thanks for the many memories.  Here is one:


I was a different person then, younger, more inexperienced; my journey fresh out the gates and the depth of transformation and self-discovery possible through submission was still a wild open frontier.

I served Mistress Persephone Absent with polished etiquette and devotion, but the depth of my willingness to obey was still merely words, even to myself, hardly felt as deep below the surface as She would guide me to discover was possible.

On this eve I had finished my usual platitudes of devotion and affection, promising to please Her in all ways that She desired, when She replied

"I was designed to be served and pleased and I feel your need to do that for me"

As She said this She slid Her panties down Her legs and lifted the black lace with thin silk banding, crumpling to nothingness as they were dropped in to my outstretched hands

"clean them"

Bringing the panties to my nostrils, inhaling deeply, i replied

"Yes Mistress"

 and snaked my tongue slowly over the fabric, tasting Her...

I rose, naked, and departed the room to dutifully and carefully wash Her precious panties and then returned and presented the black lace to Her; clean, fresh, dry and warmed slightly from the light ironing.  On my knees before Her, arms lifted, i presented them.

Her look was casual, commanding, with that hint of delight at my obedience and as Her finger tips reached out to accept the panties, and lift them to dangle before my eyes, She spoke..

"you wear them boy"

I swallowed once, surprised, slightly shocked from the unexpected instruction, but just trained enough not to question or argue, but still not experienced enough for what a singular moment of transformation this was to become in my journey.

"Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress..."

i said as i was trained to say and i stood and obediently slid the lacy panties up along my slender legs, where they snugly confined my hard cock under its delicate lace material. I blushed  feeling so dainty, feminine, a boy adorned as She desired, pulsing with arousal under Her watchful eye, and more...suddenly discovering a depth of freedom through obedience, a new frontier of self discovery through submission.


Thank You Miss Persephone, and thank You Dominion for the memories and the growth.

Happy Anniversary.

Ailsa - formally Wilson Islay.

Dominion Anniversary Haikus!

Dominion 4 years
Change is inevitable
Eva reigns supreme

Winds blow here and there
the grass remains green, chairs inviolate
Dominion hearts us

Subs eat the cherry
Pits blossom inside bellies
What say you Ladies?

Trials weed the chumps
an ill wind makes a hamster
Locked cage, naked subs

the hud speaks the truth
Gentle mountains provide cover
Strip down stocks await

A Confession About Confessions by Eva

A Confession, About Confessions.

April 25, 2009, the first writing was posted on our Confessions blog.  I don't know if this was the very first Confessions event or if the blog came a bit later, but if it was later, it wasn't by much.  Earlier in the year I had put the call out to our staff that I wanted someone to host an event that featured our member's writings called 'Femdom Confessions'.  Ravanys Lavendel got in my IM shortly there after and volunteered. She had a very specific idea of what she wanted the event to be. "Do something grungey for the venue", she said. "And I'll wear a nun's habit!".  Ravanys took the ball and ran with it, opening the event with church music and one sexy thigh peeking out from her long dark skirt.  Her soft voice teased and titillated us as she read out the first writings, and before we knew it, we were in love.  But not just with Ravanys, but with Confessions, which quickly became a 'can't miss' event.  The intimacy of it seduced us, in an atomsphere that is like no other.  Ravanys moved on and other hosts took her seat for varying lengths of time. I changed the build and the furniture. But still the same distinct atmosphere remained. What is it about Confessions that makes it so special? Maybe it's that we feel safe pouring out our hearts here, sharing our love, our passion, and our heartbreak.  We amuse each other, perform for each other, and in some cases, even bare our souls.  That has stayed constant and that's why I think we keep coming back each week.

To our hosts, past and present, thank you for carrying the torch. I know without question that every single one has considered hosting this event as a bit of a sacred duty. Our Confessors have handled your little gifts with care and protected them, and did their best to make sure they were presented in the best way. If they've cajoled you, ordered you, or seduced you in to contributing, thank them.  Because they've intitiated you in to something special. You're another sinner, just like the rest of us here at Femdom Confessions!

A Love Letter To Dominion by Kivrin

Some people search their whole lives for a place where they can be their true selves. A place where they can be comfortable and at ease, with themselves and with others. A place where they can feel accepted without judgment. A place where they can commune with like-minded individuals and feel a part of something larger than themselves. A place where they can truly connect, recharge and reach out.

Some people call that place nirvana.

We call it Dominion.

Dominion is indeed a safe haven, filled with love and friendship, passion and humor, compassion and creativity. A home away from home for many of us, I know I am not alone when I say that the Dominion and all the people that grace it's grounds have become a true family to me. And so with that said, I'd like to thank not only Eva, whose great vision and creativity and hard work built this panacea of femdom, but also each and every one of you, for it is you that help make Dominion what it is. And it is utterly beautiful.

With all my heart,
Kivrin Caedmon

Confession By Ash

if  I  had  never  come  to  the Dominion 2  years  ago approximately.
 i  would  never of  met  the  people  that  I  have become friends  with  and I call  my  family.
I  have come to Know  the Dominion as  my  home from home, and  the only  one that  i  have  truly  felt  a part  of.