Your Life’s a Fucking Mess. But Sure… Identify as a Domly Dom…
“I’m too busy doing more important stuff.”
“I don’t have the time to wash my car/ clean my apartment/ keep up with my laundry.”
“Don’t be so materialistic. Follow through has nothing to do with my dominance. Vampyre’s just spreading mean materialistic bullshit.”
Sure, bro. You do you…
I posted about dirty cars back in May. And ever since, the drive-thru Daddies have been squealing like a broken fanbelt.
Flooding my inbox. Posting links to their manifestos on my profile. Bitching. Moaning. Begging for permission to be mediocre. Apparently, suggesting Doms should be competent at adulting is “unfair, materialistic, and short-sighted.”
Translation? They stumbled across the concept of “Relentless Accountability” and shit themselves.
Because in drive-thru Daddy land, existing is enough. Being half-naked, half-washed, and half-employed. Crusted in snack dust and demanding submission from the couch while their life slowly rots around them.
After all, drive-thru daddies deserve it all. All the blowjobs. All the sex. Immediately. Enthusiastically. Without standards or questions.
And the woman? She should overlook the dysfunction, lay back, and spread her legs like a good little doormat. Just because he identifies as a dominant. And in his entitled little world, that’s enough.
Fuck that noise.
Dominance isn’t a vibe. It’s not a label. And it isn’t something that you choose to be on a Saturday night.
It lives in your follow-through. Not your fantasy. It’s how you hold the line when the storm comes and the world turns sideways. How you solve problems. How you step the fuck up and take care of your life, yourself, and those who matter to you.
Why I posted it. And why I’m doubling down.
The drive-thru daddies got one thing right. Washing your car doesn’t make you a Dom. Neither does doing your laundry or tightening a door hinge. But that wasn’t the claim. That’s just their fragile misread.
What I said, and what I meant, is this: if you can’t even handle the basics of adulting, you’re not a Dom.
So it’s one test for drive-thru daddies. A starting point.
Let’s do another quick test:
Ever spoken about discipline while standing in front of a floordrobe of dirty laundry?
Ever spoken about “high standards” while eating cold spaghetti out of a pot on your lap, surrounded by empty Monster cans?
Ever claimed you’re too busy to follow through on the small stuff while thinking you deserve a slave?
Then yeah. You’re not a Dom. Maybe you’re a great Top? Who knows? But you’re not a fucking Dom.
Control is a habit.
It’s how you live your life. How you take care of things. How you carry yourself in the world, not just in scenes.
It’s what your space says about you. In the quiet. When your mouth stays shut.
So here’s the mirror: she wants to kneel. But not in mess. Not in chaos. Not in the middle of unfinished bullshit.
You want her submission?
Fix the fucking world you want her to kneel in.
Happy power exchanging!
Your Turn: what’s your test for drive-thru daddies?
Or tag a drive-thru Daddy who thinks dominance is just kink gear, play time, and naughty snuggles.
Nailed it, again, Jay! 🎤
mm. yes 🔥