Rediscovering Community at the Femdom Wicked Weekend

What a Beautiful Weekend <3

Before Wicked Weekend, I was in a kind of odd place. I’d been feeling a bit disconnected — not just from My community, but from My own sense of self and belonging. It’s that kind of quiet loneliness that creeps in when you’re surrounded by people but don’t quite feel seen.

I found Myself pulling inward, retreating — even in spaces that used to feel like home. And I suppose, looking back, I was trying to figure out where I wanted to belong in the first place. Where I wanted My career to go. What kind of Domme legacy I wanted to leave behind. What sort of Domme I wanted to be. Who I wanted to help. What kind of community I wanted to build around Myself.

It was My sister who nudged Me to go. I wasn’t sure if I really did want to. Honestly, I took My time buying the tickets. But something in Me just said — try one more time. And I’m really grateful I listened to that.

Red Roof Magic

When the boy and I arrived at the Red Roof Inn, it was already amazing. I have this love of old hotels, and this one in particular was fascinating. When you walk in, there’s this giant room that used to be a pool. It’s been covered now, but balconies from the rooms still overlook it. It stretches so far down, like a long, ghostly memory.

In one corner, there was a little carousel. To My left, a table, a balloon arch, and the Wicked Women banner. They were selling t-shirts — which I absolutely regret not buying — but I spent most of My money on earrings from the vendors later. Worth it.

As I was walking through, trying to get registered, Miss D — who is always so lovely when I see her — stopped Me and asked if I’d sign up for the Pro-Domme panel.

I hadn’t planned on speaking. But I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to meet other Pro-Dommes, wanting to bounce ideas off someone — this job can get so lonely sometimes. So I signed up happily.

And honestly, it was the perfect icebreaker. It made Me feel like I belonged. Like someone wanted Me there.

I said yes. And as soon as I did, I felt like I was slipping back into Myself again.

The Dungeon & the Scene

Now, I’m sensitive to how people feel around Me. I can feel tension. I know when something is off. And I was expecting to feel some kind of tension when I walked in — though, honestly, I don’t know why.

But instead? Everyone was in such a lovely, gorgeous mood.

It was dimly lit. The lights were covered with pink and black and gold and purple fabric. There was a giant balloon arch in the same colors — and I immediately thought of My looner fans. They would’ve loved it. I took a few pictures.

There were soft poofs on the floor for everyone to relax on. And as I looked around, I realized everyone was just having fun. No competition. No strange looks. No whispers. Just joy. Just presence.

And when I felt that — I relaxed. So deeply. That scene felt incredible. The ambiance of everyone else's pleasure behind us just made it even better.

I tickled My boy until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then we did a little impact play. I desperately wanted to put him in the cage beneath Me but he wasn’t quite in the mood for it. Maybe one day.

And reconnecting with My sister and friends again that night? That clicked another piece back inside of Me.

The Events That Stole My Heart

There were so many beautiful moments throughout the weekend, but two events in particular stayed with Me.

The sissy pageant was radiant. Each contestant walked with confidence, flair, and such joy — and the crowd lit up for them. It was celebratory, affirming, and so full of pride. I remember thinking, this is what community looks like.

And then there was the ball-busting competition — wild, rowdy, hilarious, and deeply cathartic. There was something empowering about it, something communal. We all cheered, gasped, laughed. It reminded Me how kink doesn’t have to be serious to be sacred — sometimes it’s the laughter and the shared thrill that makes it magic.

The Pro-Domme Round table

The Pro-Domme round table was one of My favorite parts of the entire weekend.

I got to speak with other Dommes — and it was grounding. There was no posturing. No competition. Just connection.

They shared their wisdom freely, and I loved sharing Mine in return. Hearing other Dommes speak candidly about their journeys — their struggles and triumphs — made Me feel like I didn’t just occupy space in the room, I belonged there.

Some brought beautiful media and business cards. There were different Domme styles present — one was a strict disciplinarian, and it was fascinating to listen to Her experience

Like I said earlier, this job can get lonely. But this? This made Me feel part of a community. One of the Dommes even started a Discord server so we could all stay connected — and I think it’s the beginning of something really wonderful.

The Iris

Somewhere between the scene and the noise, something quiet found Me.

A sweet guest I hadn’t met before came up to Me — gently, without expectation — and handed Me a flower. An iris. Freshly cut from their garden, tied with purple ribbon.

They said they brought it just for Me and I couldn't stop giving hugs.

That gesture — soft, intentional, quietly generous — moved Me in a way I didn’t expect. I carried it with Me the rest of the evening before tucking it safety away in My luggage. An Iris for an Iris. It matched the balloons. It matched the mood.

But most of all it matched the feeling that had started blooming inside Me again:That trying again and putting yourself out into the wild is worth it. You'll never know who's day you'll make or who will make yours in return.

Today, that iris hangs in My office. A quiet reminder that even the smallest kindness can re-root you — and that sometimes, your softness is your power.

Looking Inward, Looking Forward

This weekend reminded Me that community isn’t always built close to home — sometimes, you have to go find it. Sometimes you have to walk into a new room and say yes to being seen, have to feel that electric nudge in your veins that come s from swimming in the vastness of people.

And now that I’ve felt it again, I want to keep showing up for it — and for the people who need it, too.

If you’re feeling alone or unsure where you belong… maybe this is your nudge. Try one more time. Walk in anyway. Your people might be waiting on the other side of the door. Were you there too? Or are you searching for your own Wicked kind of home? I’d love to hear what’s helped you feel seen again. Comment below or DM Me💜