I haven’t been to many events like this one, and I haven’t had a reason to wear a ball gown since my high school prom — I wasn’t sure what to expect and I’m glad I was pleasantly surprised by how much fun I had.
The most incredible experience that came from the FemDom Ball for me was the feeling of comfort, safety, and superiority as We all discussed the amount of respectful and obedient submissives and slaves standing at the perimeter of the room.
Obviously Madame Caramel provided these male-presenting individuals with a clear set of rules that they were to adhere to at all times, but it wasn’t just that; the energy all of these people carried put all of Us at ease. It wasn’t like being in a pub or a club where you just fckn know some guy is going to come over and ruin your night with his misogynistic, toxic masculine bullshit; it was like being in Barbie World.
They were polite, quiet, and gracious.
The owned submissives and slaves provided their own special brand of wholesome as they rubbed their Mistress’ feet midway through the Ball (we were all wearing heels after all!), and kneeled next to tables as they weren’t allowed to use the furniture; watching the interactions of so many D/s dynamics was a humbling and beautiful experience.
The After Party, in spite of all the whipping and electrocution, was just as wholesome to engage with; I’ve always believed that BDSM play is much more intimate than its vanilla counterpart, and having the opportunity to watch some of these dynamics during what would be considered their most private moments was something that warmed my heart and I was incredibly grateful for.
The Ball was a brilliant vehicle to display how beautiful and wholesome BDSM is, and also how much easier life would be in a Matriarchy😉
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