submissives corner.

This blog is not a performance. It’s a place for emotional truth, quiet rebellion, and submission rooted in self respect

When I first began navigating the lifestyle, I found very few spaces that spoke to the emotional reality of submission,. Most focused on the visible selfies or the reference style guides. But I wanted something else something that honoured the quiet, the awkward, the growth I also saw how communities preached yet mis represented or how some Dominant blogs Dominanted the platforms so this is a perspevtive from the other side of the slash .... So I began writing.

This blog is my offering to that space I couldn’t find. I write for those who crave depth, who feel unseen in the scroll of sexy selfies, who understand that submission is not a costume but a choice. I write for newer submissives who are still finding their footing, and for those who’ve walked this path long enough to know that safety and resonance matter more than spectacle.

I dont have all the answers and i dont pretend to , im a journey in progress and my ego is in check, i find the practice of writing more cathartic than popularity or performance

Tumblr rewards the visual. I know that. Most people scroll past words that ask them to feel. But sometimes, we read books without pictures in them and they stay with us longer. This blog is one of those books.

I write from lived experience

🤍Boundaries that protect, not provoke

🤍 Submission that deepens, not diminishes

🤍Dominance that listens, not performs

🤍Silence, disappointment, and the dignity of walking away

You won’t find curated kink aesthetics or stylized obedience here. You’ll find reflections on power, care, and the kind of surrender that begins with safety.

Feel free to read, reflect, or reblog I don’t chase followers I build resonance.

Thankyou to the people who reached out to support my blog. Surprisingly less of those people were submissives but i am grateful fpr your support as your encouragement keeps me going

“I kneel only where I feel safe.”

Spirituality and self development have always been part of my life. I genuinely believe that healing and connection are the only ways we grow, and the only ways we make this world even slightly better than we found it.

Recently I attended a Rose divine feminine event, and listening to women speak about their wounds stirred something in me. Different details, same ache. And it inspired me to write about this from a submissive perspective

When I first explored submission,I thought the BDSM community would be different ,more open, more connected, more understanding. I walked into my first munches and events with genuine curiosity, wanting to learn, wanting to understand this new part of myself. But the other submissive women were distant. Unwelcoming. I reached out because I was trying to make sense of my own awakening, and I was shut down before I even had the chance to speak. I didn’t know if I was seen as competition, or naïve, or simply an outsider who hadn’t earned her place yet.

As I grew into the lifestyle, I began to understand the dynamic from the other side. New submissives would turn to me for support guidance, reassurance the things I once looked for. And then, just as quickly those friendships would disappear. I even saw my words, my thoughts, my ideas re packaged on instagram a new sub with 20k following as if they were original revelations while engaging in conveyer belt submission and collecting velcro collors all the social media gear and no idea.

For the first time, I understood why seasoned submissives keep their distance. It isn’t cruelty. It isn’t arrogance. It’s self protection. It’s the exhaustion of being pulled into someone else’s frenzy, only to be discarded the moment they stabilise or find a new source of validation. It’s the recognition that not every woman who reaches for you is reaching with good intentions, or with the capacity to hold what you give.

And yet I still believe in us. I still believe in women supporting women. I still believe that healed submissive women are the backbone of safe communities. Because when a woman heals her sisterhood wound, she stops seeing other women as rivals.

The BDSM world doesn’t magically erase our wounds. If anything, it exposes them. But it also gives us the chance to treat each other differently. To build communities where women don’t have to armour themselves just to belong.

I Believe submissive women can be each other’s safest mirrors. I believe we can learn from each other’s stories. I believe we can support each other without slipping into hierarchy or frenzy. And I believe that when we do, we create spaces where submission becomes something empowered.

A submissive woman who has done her healing work is not weak. She is discerning. She is anchored. She chooses who gets access to her softness. She knows the difference between surrender and sacrifice. She knows the difference between devotion and depletion. She knows that her power lies not in giving herself away, but in choosing where she places her trust.

Healing doesn’t make you harder. It makes you whole. And whole women submit from power, not pain.

There’s a point where patriarchy stops being a social structure and becomes a pathology. You see it most clearly in the viral statistic circulating recently 62,000 men visiting a website centred on harming women. The number alone is frightening. It reveals something deeper a version of masculinity that has drifted so far off course it no longer recognises empathy, connection, or humanity and that is dangerous.

Many patriarchal men move through the world feeling insecure, threatened, or inadequate. Instead of learning emotional literacy, they reach for the only script patriarchy ever handed them control. And when control fails, some reach for darker fantasies or ideologies. That’s how entire subcultures form around resentment, entitlement, and the belief that women exist to be managed rather than met.

That isn’t dominance. That’s fear wearing a mask.

And this is exactly why patriarchy hides so easily in DS spaces, It imitates dominance without understanding it.

But when a man stops seeing the feminine as a threat and starts seeing its beauty, everything changes. He realises the feminine isn’t something to dominate from force it’s something sacred to hold. And holding doesn’t mean instant ownership. It means being steady enough, grounded enough, emotionally mature enough to meet the feminine without collapsing into fear or ego.

Dominance that isn’t afraid of the feminine can hold space for it not silence it, not overpower it, but contain it with steadiness. That’s where the real value of DS lives, submissive women are not doormats, in fact a mature and experirmced Dominant wouldnt seek out a partner without a voice or opinion or healthy boundaries they see the potential risks.

When emotional safety allows a submissive to choose surrender freely, not out of fear, not out of pressure, but out of love and free will.

But when patriarchy infiltrates DS, it strips away the heart of the dynamic the relational depth, the emotional literacy, the mutuality. It replaces it with entitlement, posturing, and fear. And that’s how you end up with men who think dominance is about superiority rather than connection thats not leading Dominance its abuse.

I dont seek out the loudest man in the room i seek a quiet grounding presence.

when a man can truly hold the feminine something else emerges

🩶A submission that is chosen.

🩶A surrender that is safe.

🩶A power exchange rooted in love, not fear.

That’s the difference between patriarchy and DS.

One destroys connection.

The other is built on it.