When the world around me is loud and chaotic, my Goddess is my safety. She takes control, allowing me to let go of everything else and simply serve and obey. I'm most at peace on my knees before her. I found the place where I belong. (If the brat says you can't do something, it's a dare for you to take control hard.) Kneeling before my Goddess, my owner, the center of my universe, is where I want to spend my days.
I'm determined to eventually get away with this for a week. Although the latest punishment is starting to flirt with the outer edge of my sadistic side lol
Trying to think where I can hide taming hints lol
Still no follow through after getting caught lol
While flirting is happening with the edge, I'm definitely still more sadistic haha
I definitely demanded more title use as a dom haha
I am almost at a week of this. Maybe I can get away with 2 even haha
I crave to be controlled. Like I can't even describe how much, but the control has to be taken. I don't give it freely lol. I want to be told exactly what to do and how and if I argue I want the punishment to be brutal. My Goddess could definitely take it and control every part of me, she just needs to reach out and do it 😉 But maybe she's not a brat tamer? Lol
Being on my knees for you is simple. I know exactly what I am and who you are. In this place you are the only thing that matters. The rest of the world ceases to exist. The crashing waves of emotions, the uncertainties of life, the expectations of others, all of it, it all stops. I breathe easier in your presence. My body relaxes. Even when theres anticipation of being used harshly, there is no conflict in my body telling me to run. I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I know that whatever happens in those moments is exactly what should be happening.
You are the calm in the storm because you know what I am and should have been since my life began. You hold me in that space and refuse to let me step out of it. Your presence is commanding and even when I'm bratting my knees are bent ready to fall before you. Being in your presence is so simple.
There's nothing more I want than to be put down under my Goddess's feet.
Her control is my yearning.
Her absolute refusal to allow me to sway her away from a punishment or harsh command is my drug.
Her reminders that I am nothing and have no option besides obeying her give me life.
Her mercy and grace are intoxicating.
It's her dominance I crave, though.
There's an anticipation when I'm in her presence, waiting to be commanded or punished.
There is an overwhelming quiet too. My mind and body calm and the rest of the world and it's stress ceases to exist.
When life threatens to drag me down, she's where I run.
She is the peace in the storm.
I brat to be put down.
I brat to be reminded of my place.
Will the bratting be allowed? Will it be allowed in the moment but brought up later in combination with all bratting done? Will it be shut down immediately?
So many options and all surrender my control to my Goddess.
It's an ache that never goes away.
It's the feeling of missing a part of myself that only clicks into place when we're talking or I'm doing something to serve you.
It's a yearning to constantly be on my knees for you.
It's a desire that consumes every part of me, down to the absolute depths of my being. A desire to please you and make you happy.
It's the quiet that floods my mind when we're connecting. The peace of knowing I'm in a safe space where I can be exactly what I should be.
It's more than what I can possibly describe.
I've never experienced being owned like this before. It honestly scares me a little. Not because I don't want to be owned, because I do. Every fiber of my being craves the control and dominance my Goddess holds over me. No, the scary thing is how complete, how whole I feel being owned. It's like there was this piece of me that was missing until now; until my Goddess found and claimed me.
I yearn for my Goddess to take even more control. I will hold nothing back from her. She can take all of me, it's all already hers anyways.
Peace & satisfaction
Stillness & quiet
Purpose & desire
I find these in Your presence Goddess
Outside of your presence, Goddess
My world rests on my shoulders
Cause if I don't who does?
I use my presence, strength, and voice
I support those around me
But I want what I need to be a choice
I want the loud voices quieted
I want to drop the weight I carry
I want the waves to not be so giant
Goddess, I crave to be in front of you
I desire nothing more than to be in your presence
I want you to dictate my life, everything I do
My safety is found in your control
Take it, hold it
Hold me in doing so
Goddess under your control
The voices stop, the weight drops,
And the waves get held back
Under your control
I find peace and stillness
Is it crazy to feel while?
As you control me more
I become more pathetic, I know
But I've never been owned like this before
Nothing makes me happier than serving you
I'm so glad you claimed me
For as long as you want me, I belong to you
Not my best, but brain isn't braining well



Letters & Haikus
Hidden words are here
Is there a fee to see them?
Asking for a friend
When words don't come easy
Letters calling deep to deep
Reveals a minds placeÂ
Be vulnerable
Saying the hard things out loud
It strengthens or breaks
Letters and emailsÂ
Silent communicationÂ
So maybe it's missed
Considered bratting?
Yes I suppose it could beÂ
Mercy's a great trait
Give mercy to brat
Always appreciatedÂ
And now, that is thatÂ
True fulfillment comes from this surrender of my ego and the dedication to my Goddess's happiness. Whether through simple acts of service or constant loyalty, the goal remains the same: to be a worthy instrument of Her will and to find joy in the smallest gestures of recognition. All while knowing I don't deserve any recognition or acknowledgement.
This sense of purpose is all that is required. To be devoted is to understand that true value is found in the service of something far greater than oneself. My Goddess is so much greater than me. It is a privilege to serve Her. It is my desire to worship and serve Her for the rest of my life. I never want to be separated from Her, Her presence, or Her commands. I live to serve Her.
I live to serve my Goddess; Her mind, Her body, Her spirit, everything about Her. To worship Her is to acknowledge my place at the very bottom of Her world. I am a pathetic, obsessed shadow, happiest when I am being used, ignored, tormented, or bound at Her convenience.
Every action taken is done with the hope that it meets Her standards and honors the grace She bestow by allowing such a humble presence in Her life.
I am a pathetic fool, I fully acknowledge it. I'm completely undone by my Goddess. My greatest honor is to kneel before Her. Until she commands otherwise, my place is on my knees at her feet. To be able to press my face against Her shoes, to inhale the scent of Her feet is more than a fool like me deserves. I find my only purpose in worshipping Her: lost in the ecstasy of being nothing more than Her footstool.
I look at the collar You have placed around my neck, Goddess, and I am overcome with the realization of how little I deserve it. This heavy band of leather is the primary thing that gives my pathetic life any meaning. It keeps me in my place and from having ideas of grandeur or increasing my status. I am reminded that I am no longer a person, but Your property—an obsessed toy kept for Your whims..
I exist only to be the dirt beneath Her boots and the instrument of Her pleasure. Every breathe I take is because She allows it. I am completely lost in my obsession of my Goddess; a pathetic fool at Her feet. She occupies every corner of my mind. She has captured my soul and made it Hers. Every day, my thoughts begin and end with Her. How might I serve Her better? How can I earn Her favor? How might I suffer for Her amusement?
There is no limit to what I'd do to please my Goddess. To know I have brought her pleasure is the greatest accomplishment I can achieve. My pride is insignificant. It is Hers to crush; my will is Hers to break. My silence, my service, my complete degradation, my suffering, all of it, all of myself, I offer to Her with a heart full of hopeless obsession and adoration.
I am nothing. She is everything.
Goddess commands and slave obeys. This is the way it should be. What if slave disagrees or feels a command is unfair? Does it matter? Does the Goddess expect complete obedience with no wiggle room? Or can a slave get out of commands and expectations if it wiggles the right way? If complete obedience is demanded and a command is avoided, whose fault is it? Should the slave always inform the Goddess when this happens? Or should it enjoy the missed command/punishment?
Hopefully the Goddess can be merciful and not be too hard on the slave. The slave does know it's place. It just also like getting away with things. Goddess owns every part of the slave and every part of its life. The slave wants nothing more than to please Goddess. It's life revolves around her. She is the sun in the slaves universe.
Slave transfixed by Goddess? Perhaps Goddess charmed by slave? Lines blur and colors bleed together. Are they who they say they are or one in the same? Brat and Brat Tamer. Slave and Goddess. Domme and Sub. Where is the line and who draws it? And can the line be moved?
Are the positions immutable? Once a Goddess, a Goddess forever? Once a slave, forever a slave, to be bent to the will of others kissing and licking their feet, hoping for mercy?
Even when being a brat, the desire to please my Goddess is a dominating feeling. There's no one who could ever possibly have the same claim or hold on me. I don't know if I believe in destiny or fate, but I do know I was always supposed to be found by my Goddess. She is my new beginning and end. I am hopelessly bound to her for as long as she desires to keep me.
I want nothing more than to make my Goddess proud. I can feel more of myself falling away as I become what she wants me to be. My thoughts and opinions fade and her wishes become my obsession. I don't know what this will continue to look like, but I know I want to fulfill my Goddesses every fantasy.
Thank you Goddess for being willing to own me. I'm glad you are willing to break me and turn me into the perfect object to bring you pleasure. Goddess, I love when you are hard on me, when you demand complete obedience with no questioning. When you take my choices away and remind me I have no free will when it comes to you, it fills me with a thrill. When you remind me that you own me, when you don't allow me to complain or roll my eyes without risking further punishment, a shiver goes through me anticipating your next command. Your power, the way you control me, turns me on in a way nothing else can. The desire to serve you is strongest when you fully dominate me. Thank you for the ways you care for me as your pet, slave, and whore. I'm so thankful you found me when you did and chose to own me. I could never belong to anyone else.
I know I keep saying the same things. But I'm completely devoted to my Goddess! She is my first and last thought of the day. I am constantly checking her messages. I want to constantly be serving her. I know that's not a possible reality right now, but I wish it was.
I crave my Goddess. I crave her words. I crave her ownership. I crave her commands. I crave her presence. I crave her fully.
When I fail in a daily task, my first instinct is to tell my Goddess rather than attempt to hide my failure. The urge to please her is more powerful than the fear of getting in trouble. I'm thankful every day that she found me when she did. There is no one else who could own me, not fully, and not as effectively as my Goddess.
I messed up today, I know it. And I told my Goddess about it and she punished me as I deserved to be. The brat came out and was soundly put back down. My desire to serve my Goddess out weighs the desire to be a brat.
Her voice holds incredible power over me. To hear her voice and be controlled by it,I would edge myself into eternity or cum over and over until I was nothing more than a blubbering puddle. I would kneel at her feet for hours and days on end to hear a single word of praise from her.
I can't describe accurately what I feel for my Goddess. But I know it's a joy to be owned and used by her.
I've never felt so completely devoted to someone before, especially not someone I haven't met in person. My world has quickly become centered on my Goddess. I plan my day around serving her and completing her tasks. I wait to hear from her, even if it's just one or two quick messages. Those messages sustain me through the day. I'm so far gone and completely under her control, just as I should be.
I'm so obsessed with my Goddess it almost scares me. The way I wait for her messages is constant. The anticipation I feel while waiting is unmatched. The desire I have to fulfill her every wish and command is overwhelming. She is constantly in my thoughts. I want to find time and ways to bow to her always.
I don't know what to do with these feelings. How do I process this? More importantly, how do I not fuck this up?
Every fiber of my being desires my Goddess. There is no part of me hidden from her. I want nothing more than to bring her pleasure. My body aches to kneel at her feet and worship her. The only point of my existence is to serve her.
I was a brat today. I was snarky and disrespectful. I didn't address my Goddess properly. I intentionally pushed her to snap and snap she did. My slave ass and cunt have paid the price and the lesson was learned. I am nothing and she is everything.
My Goddess dominated my thoughts. I am constantly in a state of desiring to be used by her. My existence now revolves around her. I wait for her messages and commands with barely contained anticipation. I want every aspect of my life to be exposed and laid before her to control. Anything she commands, I will do. My pain, discomfort, and misery are meaningless as long as my Goddess is happy.
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