Tikitiki Pooh

I refuse to roleplay with VALKYRIE — they openly support fascists, racists, and anti-LGBT scum. If you’re part of VALKYRIE, you’re dead to me. I don’t coddle anyone. Mess up once, and you’re done. End of story. No traffic from me or Donnie to their sim. Don’t test me.

People can think whatever they want about my Owner and me. Some call it controlling, some call it toxic, some say it's too strict. Honestly, 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 for something. Then suddenly the collar comes off and the excuses start.

This slave isn't a poser and Donnie isn't a fake Mistress.

We're not playing house. We're not pretending. 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 something real together.

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's 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.
I don't need people trying to "save" me.

I already belong to someone.

Completely.

The funny thing is that the people who criticize relationships like ours are usually the same people constantly surrounded by drama, cheating, lies, hidden partners and broken promises.

Meanwhile, my Owner knows who I am, where I stand, and what I mean to her.

That's enough for me.

At the end of the day I'm 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.

They don't need to.