Siren Vixen is in control of her life and her environment. Anything that comes up, I can handle it. I’ve tackled so many obstacles. I’ve triumphed over so much. I’ve not only survived, but I’ve persevered. This is my strength. I handle my shit. I live life embracing the hustler spirit.

Siren Vixen is confident. I know who I am. I know what I like. I know what I have to offer. I know what I want. I know my worth. I know my value.

Siren Vixen is a queen. I rule my life. I do what I want when I want, and I answer no one.

I am this way out of necessity. If I want to live a comfortable and happy life, then I must be the one who manifests it.

But Mistress, if you’re so dominant, how can you possibly submit?

I can only submit if you are greater than me. This is logical, right? How could I ever submit to a lessor?

Herein lies my problem. I own my own house. I work for my family business. I pay my own bills. I’m sexy. I’m confident. I’m happy.

When I meet men who claim to be dominant, they are often left wondering what exactly they have to offer me. I have removed the potential for abuse and manipulation. I’m not desperate for financial help. I don’t need a partner to complete me or make me happy.

My desire is to submit to someone greater. Someone who is at a higher level than I am. Whether this is in his career or his own personal development. If you are struggling to figure out aspects of your life that I have already mastered, then you have nothing to offer me as a Dom.

Black Men are Divine

I only see black men as being greater than me. White men will always be lesser. I know that this is speaking in terms of generalities, but I can not help the way that I feel. White men have caused me so much harm.

I can not separate that trauma and damage from the color of my abuser’s white skin. Black skin is radiant. With a different shade of brown at every inflection of the flesh and a glowing golden shimmer that catches the sun.

I can not separate the trauma and damage from the shape of white bodies. Black bodies have tight skin, thick muscles, and round curves. Attributes I’ve never seen on a white body. Kinky black hair is divine. Small ringlets of curls scattered across the chest for little fingertips to gently twist.

There is tranquility in laying next to a person of color. In my life, I have endured pain and many hardships. My innocence and quiet nature have been tormented and tortured. My abusers have been mostly white men. White men that have desired me and despite my best efforts to resist, have taken me through force, coercion, and through manipulation of my ignorance and vulnerability, leaning on their power and control over my environment. Black men have never done this to me. Black men have always respected me.

I am hypersensitive to it now. If a white man expresses desire toward me, I immediately experience disgust and withdrawal. They reinforce this feeling of repulsion every time they don’t take no for an answer or act in a way that indicates that they feel entitled to my time or body. They do not respect the fact that I do not want them. They continue to pursue, it despite my blatantly expressed lack of interest.

I could never submit to a white man because I do not want 99% of them to even touch me. Their entitlement translates as pathetic desperation.

Attributes of My King

There are many men in this world worthy of the title “King”. The recognition in me is almost instantaneous. Like how research says it only takes mere seconds to determine if she’s into you.

My King will have his life under control. Ideally, he will be self-employed. At the very least, he will have the ambition towards self-employment. He will be financially secure. He will be in good physical shape. He will be confident, charismatic, and calm.

I currently have multiple people I have sex with, many of them I consider to be life partners. There is NO WAY I’m going to break up with my partners, fucking again (sorry guys I love you so damn much you don’t even know) to hand over my entire life and put it in someone else’s hands.

Any future Dominant will be non-monogamous and understand that he is one of many. Relationships with my other partners are off-limits. My Dom will not limit my communication or control my interactions with my other partners.

If any of this bothers you, then you can understand why it’s so hard to find a Dominant that can tame me.

If I am ever to relinquish control, I MUST feel that you can do a better job of taking care of me, making me happy, managing my time, etc. If you can’t, you’ll never control me. Period.

Craving to Submit

Within me lies a reserve. An ocean of emotion waiting to flood the shores. My desire to submit comes from a place of adoration. A feeling that I am lesser and you are greater. Recognition of excellence.

Any great leader will instill in their followers a desire to sacrifice their time, energy, money, etc. to the leader’s cause. My submission comes from a desire to be led. Not controlled. Not degraded. Not humiliated. But to be recognized for all of my strengths and molded into someone even greater. To have those strengths used to make my King’s life easier, happier, more peaceful, and more successful.