Reading female domme blogs is oddly enjoyable for me. To love cock as I do, yet have a whole different experience. A different side of power.
It's clear that I am submissive. I relish giving up choice, as it's mostly a burden. When I had free will, I could not reign back my impulse to "Big Mama". I want to give all the weary men what they need. Pouting is a turn off, as is complaining. But to be that soft place a man can rest his head. To hold him and make it all feel better for a couple hours. That is what I fantasize about. And I know how to help him get me off. Men just light up when they can make me scream and feel my insides thrum to their rhythm. For whatever brief time that it is honest, I can make him smile. My skin longs to be touched by a man who I can fold myself around and make forget about the toil.
The man who can call me his Big Mama, will be home tomorrow night. My owner. I can wrap my arms and legs around him and wash away his trip.
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