Tikitiki Pooh

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NO ROLES. NO GAMES. NO FAKES.

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VALKYRIE IS DEAD TO ME

I refuse to roleplay with VALKYRIE—they openly support fascists, racists, and anti-LGBT scum. If you are part of VALKYRIE, you are dead to me.

Don't test me. There will be absolutely zero traffic from me or Donnie to their sim. I don’t coddle anyone. Mess up once, and you’re done. End of story.

DIE MAD ABOUT IT

People can think whatever they want about my Owner and me. Call it controlling, call it toxic, or say it's too strict. Honestly? Go fuck yourself. I don't care.

Most people in SL couldn't handle a truly strict Mistress for more than a week anyway. Everyone loves the idea of ownership until they're told "no." Everyone claims they're a slave until they're expected to be accountable. Then, suddenly, the collar comes off and the excuses start.

WE ARE NOT PLAYING HOUSE

This slave isn't a poser, and Donnie isn't a fake Mistress. We aren't pretending, and we don't switch it on when it's fun and off when it's inconvenient.

We met in SL honestly—no hidden partners, no fake genders, no secret relationships. Then we met face-to-face in real life and built a real life together.

THE REALITY OF MY MISTRESS

Donnie is strict as hell. She always has been.

• She wants honesty.

• She expects loyalty.

• She expects respect.

• She expects me to be accountable for my actions.

If she asks me something, she gets the truth. If she tells me something, I listen. If she makes a decision, I respect it.

People always talk about wanting a strong Domme, but most of them really mean they want a Domme who lets them do whatever they want while pretending to be in charge. That is not Donnie. She notices everything. She remembers everything. She doesn't tolerate bullshit, and she definitely doesn't tolerate people trying to go around her.

I don't need secret friendships. I don't need side relationships. I don't need people trying to flirt with me, and I don't need insecure losers trying to "save" me. I already belong to someone. Completely.

The funny thing is that the people who criticize a dynamic like ours are usually the exact same people constantly surrounded by drama, cheating, lies, hidden partners, and broken promises. Meanwhile, my Owner knows exactly who I am, where I stand, and what I mean to her. That is more than enough for me.

At the end of the day, I am proud to belong to Donnie. Proud to wear her collar. Proud that she expects more from me than most people expect from themselves.

Not everyone will understand that. Good. You don't need to.