The Weirdest Ones Survive: A Domme's Work in the Bible Belt

Oklahoma City's skyline isn’t the most impressive one you’ll ever see, but it’s striking in a way I like. It pops into view from the surrounding flat landscape and endless billboards. The Devon Tower looks like the Eye of Sauron at night, but for now, it just glitters against the sun. With the moon roof open in My car, the wind whips around Me as it comes into view from the highway. This evening, I’m on My way to meet a new hopeful and Doja Cat’s most recent album is as loud as I can play it. This is how I prefer to meditate before exchanging new energy with someone. Loud music, fast speeds, and a refreshing bit of urban excitement. Even if it is just a little cafe downtown in OKC. "And I know you're in my life. 'Cause everything that is alive's connected. And I believe the weirdest ones survive. You're a trip to them and a vacation to me. And God knows you could be stranger than me. So kiss me like your mirror, eye me like a queer. Nothing you do could freak me out.” Doja Cat – Stranger

I need to be fully in touch with Myself before exchanging energy with someone. That mental preparation is where I fully connect with the free part of Myself. The part that couldn’t be tamed by religion or the expectation of others. There aren’t too many Pro Dommes in this state and, truthfully, it’s an odd profession to pick for the buckle of the Bible Belt. I’ve never been one to do what I’m told though. I want to free My clients and it’s work I take seriously, as playful as I seem. In making their fantasies come to life, I’m freeing Myself as well.

The Vetting Dinner

Gravel crunches beneath the tires as I pull into the parking lot across the street. It’s time to meet the hopeful. Time to be the strangest fairy godmother I can be. Before hopping out, I glance into the rear view mirror for one last check. My uniform is in place: black heels, a long black bodycon dress with a slit up the right thigh, gold hoop earrings, a matching set of bracelets, and stacked necklaces. I wear them to every vetting dinner.

Looking toward the cafe, I can already tell I chose well. It's charming and quiet, with a patio surrounded by greenery and topped with tiny twinkling string lights. A lovely, intimate view for getting to know someone.

He recognized me straight away as I crossed the street, which was a relief since I only knew to look for a green polo and a specific hairstyle. It's understandable; some of my clients are shy, revealing little of themselves at a time.

His eyes lit up when he saw me, a reaction I admit never gets old. It's a momentary shimmer of happiness on their face before the practiced, reserved mask slips back on. That spark is what I'm trying to ignite into something healing. It's the glimmer behind the wall they can't seem to reach on their own. Despite what My job title may imply, I am nice (until paid) and greet this hopeful with a smile and choice of a hug or handshake. Bubbly, sugar-laced control is a style I've perfected over the years and starting with sugar will always be My preferred way to start. While everyone is different, most are excited to talk about topics they normally keep to themselves. Their day to day slog makes its way into the conversation as well, because they are typically framing it to contrast with the fantasy they wish for. This may seem like a small detail, but it's key to figuring out what it is they need. Often, they are searching for the answer themselves and have come to Me in hopes of puzzling it out. My role is often times that of a soundboard during these vetting meetings. subs looking anywhere but My eyes while they explain it all. Once dinner is gobbled up and the shyness exercised by laughs and excellent food, it's time to get down to business. We discuss the terms of our session and when it will take place. There's the brief moment of recognition that the magical bubble we've created is reaching it's end. That the ball is over and the clock has struck 12. Much like the shimmer at the beginning, they ready the mask to go back on, though this time it is relaxed. Knowing it will get to play again at some point. Everyone desires to be accepted and everyone brave enough to seek that out risks reward. A terrifying a exhilarating experience.

We both say our goodbyes with a hug, both relived that it went well and relaxed in the fact that both needs have been met. I've put another appointment in the calendar and they have been accepted for who they are. We both enjoyed a stupidly delicious dinner. Win win. This for Me is where BDSM's foundation starts, with a mutual understanding. A meeting of people where everyone feels heard, something precious at any point in time. Cruelty is only part of the experience (if that's what you're into) but to even know what sort of cruelty someone responds to, you need to know them as a person first.

Flying Back Home

"Hey there, stranger Take you where you want, you could say where, stranger

If you play fair, stranger It's all you could eat while I lay there stranger Girls turned on by danger I'm turned on when he run that bank up" Doja Cat – Cards

The music turns back on and My car comes back to life. Pulling away from the city's core, the glittering nighttime skyline greets Me. It's joined by street lights and the glow from the capital building. The Devon Tower greets Me as well, this time an orange color. The Eye of Sauron can see Me again, watches Me go home. A strange fairy godmother and a watchful tower. We both keep our secrets. The weirdest ones survive, but they don't have to do it alone. If you're ready to be seen and understood, the first step is a conversation. You can learn more about My process here.

Take the First Step