The Folly of the Insecure: When Dommes Attack Dommes

What do you do when you find out a so-called “top Domme” has tried to pull a fast one on you?!

It always makes me laugh when people take a shot at me without ever having met me or had anything to do with me. It’s such a ridiculous and alien concept to me, that a complete stranger should feel compelled to go out of their way to attack me for no reason whatsoever. Unfortunately, it happens a lot in this biz, and I’ve had total strangers come at me more than once.

One was a Domme who was relatively new at the time, who took it upon herself (still, to this day, I have never met her!) to lift some recent feedback from one of my profiles, and then repeat it, word for word, in her own blog, implying that I had made it all up.

WHY?!

But I was more surprised and baffled by the sneaky and spiteful behaviour of a different Domme, a few years back. Again, to this day, I have never met her. But she tried messing with me through a filming slave, for no reason that I can fathom other than to massage her own ego.

So, I used to have a very good filming slave, who was really sweet and always did what was required of him. We used to chat a lot, he’d show me photos of his pets, and he always turned up when I needed him. I saw, over time, that he was filming with and serving other Mistresses, including the one I am discussing. Not a problem in the slightest. I don’t go in for owned slaves, I can’t be bothered, so again, no issues so far.

Until I had arranged a filming day with this guy, and he bailed on me, on the day. Something about a stomach upset. Two hours before we were due to start filming. I was pissed off, but these things happen and he had never let me down before. So we rescheduled. I made sure to ask, at the time, that it was OK for him to be filming with me. If he had exclusive arrangements with another Mistress, all he would have had to do was say no, sorry, I can’t help you this time. That’s it. I’m not a monster. But he agreed to film with me, explicitly said there was no problem with him working with me again, so I thought nothing of it.

When he did exactly the same thing AGAIN, I knew something was up. I ceased all communications with this guy. Something smelled fishy; and the fact he just dropped off the face of the planet, when we had previously had a great rapport and would chat often, felt very unlike him. I was suspicious, but I didn’t lose any sleep over it.

Now, I’d like to make this clear – I found out what had gone on through another person who had been involved with both parties. I have no proof, other than hearsay and my own instincts. HOWEVER. I discovered, quite some time later, that this slave was now “owned” by this particular Mistress, and had been for a while at the time he bailed on me for filming – and she had access to his Twitter account, which is where he and I would usually communicate. Now, I appreciate and accept the possibility that he just didn’t want to say no to me, despite being “owned”, and was just being a flaky nuisance. This is not unusual. But, as the story unfolded, it looked increasingly as if I had not been talking to my film slave at all, but to this ridiculous woman, pretending to be him!?!? WHY?!?! WE HAVE NEVER MET!

I could tell you who it was. Part of me is DYING to. A lot of you will know exactly who I’m talking about. A lot of you would be rather surprised. But, if I spilled the beans, where would the fun be in that?! It is always more satisfying to watch someone caught out in their own lie, hoisted by their own petard, if you will. I did say I was feeling wicked today. Perhaps this will serve as a reminder that eventually, all bullshitters get called out. Always.

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