Our new addition is a foster boy, and for clarity we’re calling him fosterthing for now. He’s more of a loner by nature, not exactly a pack boy, and that’s perfectly fine. He’s here because he needed a place, and we’re honored to have him. He’s not expected to...

I’m not submissive because I’m weak. I’m submissive because I’m wired to serve. It’s not about being forced. It’s about being seen and still being taken in hand. Serving is how I connect, how I express love, how I find meaning. It’s not just kink. It’s my...

Had a little unexpected moment at Trader Joe’s today. A young man, maybe early 20s, was bagging my groceries and offered to help me out to the car. We were laughing about some bratty child who had been melting down in the store, trading a few light jokes. Then, as...

I’m fostering. My dear, dear friend “S” is being moved into hospice care. Her submissive, her devoted partner, is being evicted from her home by her family. They’ve been cruel, heartless, and completely dismissive of his role and his love. He is losing his Domme,...

Each Domme I’ve served at FemdomU has left marks on me. Not just welts or bruises — though there have been those too — but deeper imprints. Lessons I didn’t even know I needed until they were carved into me. Here’s what I carry with me from each of them. Mizz Geena...

I’ve been writing lately about how I help women step into the femdom lifestyle. Sometimes it’s just for a night of fun. Other times it’s a full shift in power. And sometimes, a woman already knows exactly what she wants—she just needs someone to push her forward...