There’s a lot going around about Miss Maddy. You would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to have come across her presence as of late and, if you’ve come across her presence, then you also have to be impressed with her influence as well as her reach. She is a force of nature, a powerful storm that has consumed all of Tumblr land.
Of course, that assessment is purely from a marketing perspective, the way she has so pervasively spread her message across this universe, but what about her offering, what about the service she presents for sale? Does She live up to the hype?
Like many, I was drawn into Miss Maddy’s world, reading Her captions, listening to Her voice, even delving into Her community of subs, ultimately sending that infamous DM of my own. “Please Mistress” it said and just why I made the move is a question I ask myself, even to this day.
I could say I was drawn, I could say I was curious but really I think I needed it, that opportunity to give in. So many of us fantasize about submission but Miss Maddy offered it in a way no one else ever had, and just like so many of you who are reading this right now, I was ready to explore.
The first moments after sending that note were filled with nervous excitement, a whole new world about to open before me. What could I expect? What had I just done?
Much to my delight, it didn’t take long and I received that first note, that’s when I felt it, the magic, the power of the connection. It was just a little at first, we barely had any contact at all, but I felt it deep inside, at a place that was happy to have the attention. That was the beginning but then there was a little more, and a little more, until I realized just how deep things had gone. I was doing things for her, outward acts on her command, and each act of submission was its own reward, drawing me deeper into her world.
Was it a tit-for-tat exchange? Certainly not. You have to understand that She held the dominant position, that I was petitioning to be Her sub, and yet the rewards I felt with each hint of praise, each note of encouragement, more than compensated for the hours worked on her behalf.
How did it happen? How did I become Her slave? Or, more importantly, why am I so happy writing these words, thanking Her for Her guidance as well as Her control?
Truth be told, She has been a gift, Her voice burrowing deep, Her influence taking command. I write this no longer as an objective observer but as a broken cuck, a desperately submissive beta to a woman I have never met.
You may wonder if She is real, She is.
You may wonder if you’re next, and I’m happy to say, if you’re reading these words you are.
If you’ve gotten this far, She has already planted the necessary triggers in your head, it’s too late. She has used her army of subs to get inside of your brain, and now that She is there, you’re only fighting against the inevitable. Each day you fail to answer that call is only another day you are denying yourself the bliss, a torture you can end by sending a very quick note with just two simple words.
Perhaps you never intended to give in, but that doesn’t matter much now. Accept your fate. Once you do, you’ll be able to enjoy the bliss as well as the surrender, just like her legion of followers, each of us happy to have been brought into Miss Maddy’s fold.
DM “please mistress” to @obeymissmaddy
