Goddess Kaylee Moon

Findom GoddessEnergy DrainMe WorshipMe MommyDomme SpoilHer SubLife SoftDomme

Been at a friends house lately, she has an Xbox, so I’ve been dipping into some of my subs hobbies playing some video games… looking for some more gamer subs to help me get my own so I can play with them from home as well 🤭🎮

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He was small in the doorway. Shoulders tight, eyes uncertain. The kind of boy who’d grown too fast in the wrong ways… tall, yes, but soft where life had asked him to harden. Daddy had left when he needed him most, and no one had stepped in to help him make sense of it all. So he wandered, lost and aching, hoping someone would see the man he might become, not just the boy he still was.

I did.

Come here, sweetheart, I said, patting the space beside me on the couch. You look like you’ve been carrying the world all by yourself.

He hesitated, then walked over, like it had been years since someone invited him to rest. I let him lay his head in my lap, running my fingers through his hair. He melted almost immediately. Those deep, ragged exhales of a boy who hadn’t been safe in far too long echoing through the room.

You’ve been trying so hard, haven’t you? I whispered.

He nodded. His throat worked, but the words wouldn’t come.

It’s not your job to be perfect. Not for them. Not for me. My hand cupped his cheek, firm but tender. But I will expect you to listen. To try. To behave the way a good boy should.

His breath hitched. Confusion and longing flickering in his eyes.

You miss someone telling you what’s right, don’t you? I murmured. The structure. The rules. The praise when you do well. The correction when you don’t.

He nodded again, slower this time, and the tiniest tear escaped.

You need someone to believe in you, I said, voice low and steady, but also someone who won’t let you get away with being less than what you could be.

I tilted his chin up. So here’s how this works, little one. When you’re good, when you try, when you listen to mommy… I will praise you. Be the safe arms around you, the one who sees you. But if you push, act out, I will correct you. Calmly. Strictly, but kindly.

His lips parted. No words. Just awe.

You don’t have to earn my love, I said. But you do have to earn my approval.

Something in him crumbled at that. Relief. Desire. A longing finally named.

Do you want to be Mommy’s good boy?

…Yes, he whispered.

Then start by sitting up straight. Shoulders back. Eyes on me.

Found her. 💋

I’m the Mommy you’ve been yearning for. I’m warm, sweet, structured and I love pretty little subs who just want to be told how to move, how to feel, how to serve.

Feet? Obviously. Praise? Only if you earn it. Total control? If you’re good enough.

If you’re lost and lonely, aching to serve, this is the place to be. I guide. I glow. I own your attention until you can’t imagine starting your day without me.

If you’re craving structure with sparkle… soft control with high standards… and a Mommy who will take your hand and your habits…

Hey, sweetheart.

Yeah, you. The one who’s been carrying too much alone for too long. The one who scrolls through endless posts, looking for something that feels real… someone who might actually understand.

You’ve always been a little different. A little too weird. A little too much. Or maybe not enough for the people who never knew how to love you right. You’ve been overlooked, underestimated, or used. You’ve learned to keep your guard up and to laugh off your needs, to pretend you’re fine.

But you’re not, are you?

Not really.

Some nights, it all catches up with you. The loneliness, the shame, the aching wish that someone would just take your hand and say,

You don’t have to do this alone anymore.

I’m saying it now.

I see you. And I mean that. I see the soft, sweet boy under all the protective layers. I see how hard you’re trying to be strong, even when it’s exhausting. I see how much you crave to rest not just your body, but your heart. To have someone notice when you’re hurting. To have someone care.

That’s where I come in.

Not to fix you. Not to shame you. But to hold you.

Emotionally, mentally… sometimes financially.

Because let’s be honest, you don’t just want comfort. You want to give. You want someone to devote yourself to. You want structure, you want softness, you want a reason to keep going. You want to feel worthy by serving someone who sees the beauty in that.

And Mommy sees it all.

I know what kind of care you need. Gentle, but firm. Nurturing, but guiding. Someone who’ll hold the ache in your chest and say,

You’re safe now, baby. Let it out.

I hold the pain. I hold the wallet.

And in that exchange you get to let go. You get to feel seen, appreciated, wanted. You get to feel like you belong.

This isn’t about draining you dry. It’s about filling something deeper that hunger for meaning, direction, purpose.

That ache to serve someone who actually values you.

If your heart’s thumping reading this, if your soul feels seen, don’t ignore that.

It means you’re ready.

Ready to stop hiding, prepared to surrender, gently.

Excited to let someone care for you in the way you’ve always longed for.

Mommy’s here.

For the weird boys, the broken boys, the lonely ones with too much heart and nowhere to put it.

Come here.

Let me take care of you for a while.

You’ve earned that much. 🤍

The ones who crave softness… but need structure.

I’ll make you feel safe, needed, owned.

✨ Mommy sees what you’ve been hiding. She’s waiting. 🤭

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He messaged me softly, asked to serve, and sent without hesitation. Just how I like it. I’m still smiling.

If you’re wondering how to please me…. start there. 🖤💸

That I wouldn’t notice? Oh baby… I always notice.

Now I’m pouting. Now I’m mad. And now you owe me… big time. 😇💸

You wanna get back in my good graces? You know exactly what to do.

Swipe your sorry little heart out. 🤭💋

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Two Ruinatrixes. One wicked rhythm.

We’re selecting a few worthy subs to experience what real devastation feels like.

Financial devotion. Ritual. Control. And the thrill of being used together.

Only the brave. Only the obedient. Only the generous.

Tribute opens the door.

Crawling gets you in.

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