Destiny

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A Note from Amity — Building Your Femdom Stable of Slaves

DOMMES ARE NOT MADE. We are born with the mysterious hunger for the kind of power that makes us who we were always meant to be. Sometimes women realize their potential by themselves while others are fortunate enough to own the right slaves who — for the right reasons — help them reach their destinies. This is the story of one of them, a natural-born Domme with the good fortune to have the right submissive at the perfect time.

Danica is a woman with the soul and spirit of a Domme who learned she was one of a select few women who shared that appetite early enough to make her dreams come true. She was invited to one of my Parlors, flying clear across the country, to be among women who shared the same belief in their own power. Her Parlor application piqued my interest with a short reply to my question about her experience.

I asked, “Where are you on your journey?”

Danica wrote, “I am a process.”

Within with my network of Domme friends, we insist upon and value honesty. Sometimes honesty can be brutal. Danica’s answer told me tomes about her, her journey and her integrity. After the Memphis Auction and suffering through Larisa’s baseless inflated opinion of herself, it was a pleasure to meet an unpretentious Domme, no matter where she was on her voyage. There is one quality we demand in the women we let into our circle.

Authenticity.

I wanted to get to know Danica better, even more after meeting her at my Parlor. That full-day program was a trip through taking on and breaking new slaves into your stable. The session was requested by two women who were considering admitting new boys to their stables based on applications. Boys who apply have never been owned so there was no one to check with about their usefulness or obedience. It’s a big risk to take on a slave from only an application.

In the Parlor we talked about background checks and which agencies were cost-efficient and accurate, how many years back they researched and which databases they had access to. Once you are sure they are not criminals and have the right kind of histories that led them to apply, you need a plan, a system, to bring them into your stable. Beyond that, you have to recognize the warning signs of potential problems and eliminate them fast. A difficult slave will disrupt your stable.

Our applicants sign contracts. We are taking a big chance on them plus there is the cost of their training. Beyond that, there is our outlay to feed and house them. No one wants to devote those resources to a male who may change his mind after his first punishment session. That is not how it works. Not in my world. It’s a privilege for a slave to live in Amityworld. Slaves, especially applicants, have to appreciate the gift I give them and they must dedicate their lives to showing me their gratitude. Above all else, they must understand what my ownership is. And what it means.

When Danica visited after the Parlor, I encouraged her to return for a few weeks so I could get to know her and perhaps foster her evolution into the Domme she was born to be. She was more than amenable; in fact, she was overjoyed with the invitation. I always bring a hostess gift when I visit. She brought one that didn’t fit into a traditional gift box with a satin bow. Hers was much bigger than that.

He had a slave’s heart. It overflowed with devotion to his owner and extended to her friends. An authentic slave.

This is the story of Danica’s visits to Amityworld and what she learned. With that knowledge, she could settle into Destiny and put her slave’s gifts to the best use. It’s the tale of how she learned, through trials and errors and successes, how to be an authentic Domme. She experienced our special way of inducting select women into our network. Oh, there were some challenges for sure. But in the end, we welcomed her with open arms. And a single-tail in our hands. Her slave? I got to know him as well. Before the Parlor, he spent a month in my stable when Danica thought he was tending to business. The boy was desperate to learn what Destiny needed, beyond land and privacy. I taught him to feel his slavery and not simply perform it. Two days after he left, I received a handwritten letter of thanks. And a diamond bracelet. Etched inside, it said, “Ms. Amity.”