A Private Session with Mistress Cassidy

Did you see this? Mistress Sofia   A half a dozen friends sent me the link, and it was shared on assorted Facebook groups that I follow. The first time I saw it, it was captioned with "Guys, I have an idea...". Before the buzz died down, I saw dozens of vanillas contemplating  a career as a dominatrix.

I have the best gig on the planet. How many time have you heard me say that? Over the years I have mentored many aspiring dommes. Not all intended to become professionals, but of those who did I would be embarrassed to tell you how many stayed on course. How few are now, or were ever, earning their living as a dominatrix.

Anyone can do what I do. I have said that before too. It's not entirely true, but I say it all the same. It is part of the illusion. This is effortless. It is my nature. I wake-up looking like this. I am in charge, and I am always on. Those statements are true, ish, and those are the qualifiers that make the first statement true. Anyone could do what I do, if they are me or an awful lot like me. 

Impact play can be divided into two basic categories, thud or sting.  Most of the bottoms I engage with prefer a thud. A thud is an intense massage. A sting is precise. A riding crop delivered with a whistle gives a sting. When it lands it is as hot as fire, and then it continues to build in volume. It is a sharp, slicing, burn echoing from your epidermis down through the layers of fat and muscle. When it finally reaches its peak, it will then radiate out with a warm ripple. A sting hurts and a sting is memorable.

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Want to have the best gig on the planet? Anyone can do it. On a lark even. Get naked, let's see how many you can take.

There is a synopsis to the right of the video. It reads; As for her adult daughter, she's "proud" of her mom's new lifestyle. Repeat after me, after I demonstrate it once I expect you to do it spontaneously for the rest. One, thank you Mistress.  The pride your adult children feel for your success will be invalidated by quotation marks to imply sarcasm.

Did I cut you a little? Oh poor thing. Breathe, we have just begun.

You'll note I did not say a single thing about those I replicated my dna in who are not adults. The first rule of Fight Club. Ask yourself how one does that. I would explain, but I can not. Can you juggle? Can you juggle while riding a unicycle? You'll figure it out.

The article discloses that Mistress Sofia charges $150 an hour for her subs to clean her home. My tributes begin at $250. It sounds incredulous doesn't it? It isn't. Twelve years ago I began an apprenticeship, a course of study and a degree in a field that called to me almost but not quite as loudly as domination. In many ways they are comparable. Reputation is crucially important to success in each. The hours are long, the pace is unpredictable. The tools of each are specialized and costly. Protecting the privacy of one's clients is an ethical standard that one would be held professionally accountable for if they violated it. And occasionally as a provider, you may be exposed to the accidental release of the bodily fluids of your clients. Your bedside manner and your understanding of universal precautions had better be top notch. In the field that I walked away from when your fees are more than your client expected, it may result in being asked if you offer payment terms. In the field I choose, when I disclose my fees and they are above what was expected, it is apt to result in a man now feeling some passionate emotion related to embarrassment.  You know, embarrassed, ashamed, inadequate, rejected et cetera. You have had this experience, haven't you? A man is complimenting you, saying something flattering or at least intended to be, you politely decline his advances and now you're a bitch, a whore, who do you think you are to think so highly of yourself. How many times have you been in that situation? You're an adult woman moving about the world, no matter the number, you've done it more times than reasonable.  I have had days that I have had to diffuse a dozen men.

Did you say four?  This is your pain, stay in it, I am no where near through with you yet.

Are you single? Good, it is probably best if you stay that way. Oh you have partner? That is going to be tricky. Is he really woke? Progressive? Secure? He's going to watch you leave your home on fleek to go to "work". What does he do for a living? You're probably going to earn more.  Let me know how that works out for you.

Do you have friends? Vanilla friends? Are you going to disclose your new career to them? If you opt not to, you're going to have to come up with a reason why you are suddenly so invested in your appearance or they're going to think you're having an affair. Also it is 2019, the internet is here forever and if you are going to be successful, you need to promote. Your phone is going to out you if you don't choose to do it yourself.

Let's talk about promoting. I transitioned from exotic dancer to professional dominatrix in 1999. In 1999 I had an advertisement strategy and budget. I had business cards. I ran paid ads online and in print. While those activities might be called promoting, I don't think I ever used that term before 2015. Advertising my business took less than 10% of the hours I alloted to work, and I thought about it half that much. I love living in the future, that's one of my favorite posts, scroll back it's worth it. It is exciting isn't it? We have in our pocket a tool that we can use to learn anything, visit any place, and engage with nearly anyone on the planet. A one time purchase, a reasonable monthly fee and the world is ours. It is amazing. Do your best to really embrace your love of technology. In 2019 promoting never ends. I still don't quite understand the math. Your fans and followers are rarely your clients, but there is absolutely a correlation between how many hours you spend promoting, to how many hours you spend in your dungeon. Shh, a dominatrix can never look like she needs the work. We are not hungry. We are fasting, by choice. It is good for us. Besides who has time to eat, we have to promote. Maintain and grow, always. You have a tool in your pocket that will put your business, oh wait we call it a brand now, will put your brand in front of nearly every person on the planet. So does everyone else, and they're fasting too.

You've lost count again, and you seem to be bleeding all over my shoes. On your knees sweetie, you are going to need to clean that up.

It is rather demanding. There is no retirement package other than the one I build myself. There are some components that carry a bit of risk. I am pretty sure there is no longer a path for me that leads back to the mainstream. Oh maybe I could denounce all of it, and my next career could be as a televangelist preacher;  that isn't exactly the mainstream either though is it.
So why do I do it?
Haven't you been paying attention? I have the best gig on the planet. I see the most secret parts of people's souls. If you learn how to juggle while riding a unicycle, you will know without a doubt you can do anything.  Day after day I am called to find compassion for strangers, human strangers with all their inherent quirks and flaws. I am an alchemist and a weaver of magic. I really enjoy the sting.  I have found a way to indulge my fantasies, play make believe, contemplate my navel and build a career around these activities. I get paid to be given foot massages. I am a sadist, I enjoy making others uncomfortable. Day after day I find compassion for my inherently human quirks and flaws.

Clerks and Clients

Dominatrix Log Day 111:  I have been here, in paradise, for so long. The weather is always perfect. When it rains it rains hard, with a roaring sound track and an explosive light show. Save an occasional gentle rain, which is just as wonderful. Peaceful, cleansing, it inspires one to whisper. When the sun is out, it is loud and proud.  Over all summaration, it is nearly perfect. It lacks only in inhabitants. Aside from the small ones I brought with me, it would seem that paradise is populated exclusively with clerks and clients. 

Indulge my silliness, I saw my friends yesterday. I returned to my tribe yesterday. My soul was fed, and I overindulged in revisiting happy memories and imagining future adventures. 

For those who's playbill may not include the first acts, Mistress Cassidy left Massachusetts about 9 months ago. I returned to Richmond, a place where I lived before and never wished to leave. The space with the highest concentration of the people I love. The location itself is insignificant to me although as settings go I like it well enough. Culture, art, and the comfort of familiarity. It's only flaws are that it is too far from the ocean, and it required more energy than reasonable to rebuild my business. It could be done. The BDSM community in general is strong. Those who would engage with a professional though are shy. They are understandably leery of a new domme in an area that has been without one of note for so long. There is much I love about Richmond, but the voluminous nature of my responsibilities dictates that I do not have the luxury of patience while rebuilding my business. In February I revisited my business plan. I looked at the projects I had underway with my partners.I sought the council of my accountant and of my business mentor. I did not ask the opinions of my friends in Richmond or Massachusetts. I knew what their opinions would be, and I knew that neither was on the table. Massachusetts for me has financial security and puts my safety at risk. Richmond has emotional support and financial devastation. Push the last of the chips all in, go closer to the ocean and to a larger potential client base. I am reminded every day and give thanks every evening that I made the right choice. 

I love it here. My complex is beautiful, and secure. The vanilla things I require, a good library, museums, and an Asian market where I can access my unconventional culinary choices, are here in abundance. Asian markets, for those not in the know, are Whole Foods produce with WalMart price tags. If one sustains themself on bone broth & bee pollen, one should find an Asian market. Thank you for following me on this little side path, it isn't crucial to the story but nutrition is another of Mistress Cassidy's passions. 

I love it here. My business is seeing amazing growth. Pacing how to expand, while maintaining balance between career & personal life, will require thought to navigate. Sometimes I am inclined to say a thing is tricky to navigate. Tricky is a fave word of Dahlia's, navigate is a fave of my own. Yet here, the navigation isn't tricky it just requires thoughtfulness. Intelligence, experience, and commitment, in the scene, in business and to my personal responsibilities; the people in my life bring these things in abundance. How blessed and fortunate am I.

About a week ago I was bemoaning to my top that I hadn't spoken to a person in real life who wasn't a clerk or a client since Dahlia headed back to New England a month ago. My clients are wonderful, interesting and engaging people. However, it would be completely inappropriate to share with them the funny thing that happened at the butterfly park the other day. Clerks in the south (among the many reasons I love living right here where the Mason-Dixon line bisects the nation) are so welcoming. It is completely appropriate to hold up a line to share the funny photo from the park. Yet completely inappropriate to ask the clerk of your Asian market if she thinks the short or long grain rice would be more uncomfortable to kneel on if one were trying to break a wiggly submissive of his wiggling tendencies. Go figure.  

Yesterday I spent time with my tribe. Park day plans were made. The subtle difference between the definitions of gender fluid and gender non-conforming were thoughtfully debated.  I could switch gears between sharing recipes that one can work chia seeds into, and the stories from my double with Mistress Lady X last week, smoothly and effortlessly. (Sidenote for the voyeurs in the room:  I may share aforementioned stories on Fetlife once I verify consent. Watch for them.) My boi gave me my Christmas present. He cross-stitched this for me. 

I saw my tribe yesterday. I affirmed that every single thing I need for my personal wellness and my professional success is right here. Easily accessible, and ready to be engaged. 

Welcome to Paradise. Visits are by invitation only, and at my discretion. Your submission and servitude will determine how pleasurable your experience will be.  Now on your knees so the festivities may begin. 

anyway the wind blows

       Next time I need to plan better. I feel like for as much time as I spend writing lists, I say that a lot. I said that in email the other day. I am pretty sure I said it a couple weeks ago too. It is true. Mondays are the day I post where and when you can find me. Sunday at 7:15 pm, I have no idea where I am going or when I will be there.
      My ocd is quiet, I feel really good about the statements above.
     

I'm really into tarot cards, divination, horoscopes etc. I am a rational person. I feel silly putting stock into what effect a person's birthday has on their personality. But also- I enjoy feeling silly. Whether it is a self-fulfilling prophecy, a spin on the placebo effect or that somehow what the stars are doing on the day one is born has a huge impact on the person you are destined to be, I have no idea. I enjoy these things, that is enough of a reason for me to spend time indulging in them.
       I read my cards almost daily. Last night I pulled a single card from a deck I seldom use. I am not clairvoyant, I just pull a card and read what the accompanying book says that card means.  I want to share a piece of what the book said this card meant. Do you know how much joy the universe gains from being able to give to you? When you delight in what you receive (sic) the universe is fully received by you.  
       It spoke to me. I love to give gifts. I love when I see a thing, and it reminds me that a person I know loves that thing. So I give this thing to them and their eyes go all big and shiny. Giving gifts to adults is a pretty safe thing to do. It might thrill them like I hope, or it might be a miss but they will be polite about it. Giving gifts to kids though, that is the best. It is a higher risk. If the gift is a flop, even kids with great manners are usually unable to hide their disappointment. If it is a hit though, some of them will literally bounce off the walls with their happiness. I love that.

Lately I feel like I work a lot of hours. I wear many hats. I worry a lot. 

That's one way of looking at it, but here is another:

     I have a job I love, and because I excel at it, I am in high demand. I have many skills, and I have found ways to best apply them. I have a many things I care deeply about in my life. I have an abundance of things I care deeply about.
    The universe has given me so much. I have done my best to always recognize that, to be thankful, but perhaps recently I had forgotten to delight in it.  Etiquette dictates that we show gratitude when we receive a gift, but delight shows our sincerity. Delight is what we give back when really this is exactly what I wished for.
        Tomorrow, today when you are reading this, is Monday. I have no idea where I will be. This is the first week of a new month, I have no idea what this month will have in store for me. It is my intention simply to demonstrate my delight.

Ok- Maybe I don't quite look delightful here, but I like it
& it didn't fit anywhere else. 

Did you stay until the very end? Are you on to my tricks now? There is a very high probability of travel in the next couple weeks. I won't ask you to hold your breath this time, but pay attention. 

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The pieces I choose to showcase here reflect my tastes. I love clean, simple, elegant designs. Go check out the store though. Misty creates in a range of styles. I saw whimsical unicorns & mermaid pieces, blunt pieces proclaiming one's status or what one should do with themselves, pieces that would appeal to masochists and the sadist who love them, she even has a piece featuring a mini Tardis. FTR Mistress would be quite happy to receive any of the pieces shown her for her birthday which is just 22 shopping days away.

Love this piece. It's a simple yet elegant design and I can tell looking at it that it is going to have some weight to it. And with all those chains, a creative top could find a way to add more if they wished. I would.  

Love this one, it's another clean design but this time with a little sparkle. 

I can't get over the price on this one. I may have to purchase a dozen for holiday gifts this year.

And do you see, choice of nipple nooses or clamps. No piercing needed, but for the record one can use both clamps & nooses with pierced nipples also.

How adorable is this? What kitten wouldn't love a little kitty giving her special parts a little hug? I know a pretty kitty who may find this in her stocking this year if she's a good girl. 

What we sell: Non piercing nipple jewelry, unique nipple clamps, and BDSM jewelry.

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It Isn't Always What it Seems

Anyway, things are going well. As much as getting up sucks, I definitely feel better when I sit down in the evening and can list the things I’ve accomplished. I’m also about to start a new vitamin protocol based on my lab results, which should help my energy as well as some other issues I’ve been having. All of that stuff will arrive for me on Saturday. It’s full steam ahead, and most of this thanks to my Mommy. 

That is why I am a dominant.
That is an excerpt from My boi's latest blog post, which can be read in its entirety HERE.
You should read it in its entirety.

Finally Formally Unveiling New Project

      Happy Monday. I didn't time travel this weekend. This post is being penned on Monday afternoon, long after the goal of all posts posting at 11:11 AM on the day they are assigned. Slightly off-schedule, but overall staying on task. I hope to catch up the posts for the rest of the week tomorrow, and be back on schedule too. 

     Monday posts are for lists, schedules and announcing new stuff. Let's get on with it. 

     Mistress is still in Richmond, Virginia. This is both a wonderful, and an awful thing. Richmond feeds my soul,I will stay here until I am old and gray and really not complain about it much. But I do have things to do in Massachusetts. My regulars are blowing up my phone, and I am so sorry that I still don't have travel dates firmly established. I very much want to see my favorite bottoms. I love that I am meeting new subs here, but I haven't been here long enough to have the same connection established with them. There is something so special about seeing a client you have known for a decade, can't have that in a place you have only been for 2 months. I have projects on hold with Mistresses Liberty and Dahlia, and several lovely little subbies that I am so disappointed that I have to continue to reschedule. I also need to claim my winter wardrobe, and move my belongings to long term storage or light them on fire, whatever feels right in the moment. The things that altered my plans were beyond my control. I am now reclaiming all control of all things, and seeing what I can do to magic a trip up soon. So please know coming back to Massachusetts is very high on my To Do List, it is a top 10 item on a list that is at least 100 items long. When I know dates, you will know dates. I will announce it loudly on all platforms. 

     The new project that has kicked off. If you follow me anywhere you have probably already caught the soft launch. Deep breath and dive, let's say it out loud: Mistress Cassidy is now offering live cam shows with Chaturbate. Expect to see assorted affiliate promotional stuff added to the blog as soon as I have a chance to redecorate here. Can I share a thing? I am the boldest person I know, excuse my ego but it is a true statement. Anxiety, fear, worry, these feelings are not ones I am terribly familiar with and when they do pop up, (I am human I do feel these things occasionally) I tell them to sit back down and stay out of my way. This idea caused me some anxiety. It was suggested months ago, with much encouragement and solid reasoning behind it, by someone who's opinion I value greatly. They pointed out that I can stay in touch with my regulars no matter where I am. That I can grow my base, and reach subs everywhere. There may have been some ego feeding compliments too, ones appreciating the things one can see and ones that really feed me by recognizing the parts of me you can not. I was terribly resistant to the idea. But not for the reasons you might think. It had nothing to do with modesty, Mistress has no modesty. It was thoughts like, what does the optics on that look like? Does this negatively impact my brand? Real Dommes don't cam. Real Dommes do not take requests from boys. Real Dommes are all sexuality and no sex. I am Mistress Cassidy Cream. I have 20 years invested in the scene. I am a real domme. I am also an exhibitionist. I love an audience. I tease boys and I really like it. I work as a cam model now, ergo, real Dommes cam now. 

You can find me HERE most nights, I sign on around midnight EST and hang out until around 3 AM. 

Oh! I nearly forgot to share, and that's kind of cool. I nearly forgot because it feels like such a non-thing 99% of the time already. Mistress is 19 days cigarette-free. A week ago I tried to smoke a cigar, it was foul & gross, so it doesn't count at all. If it did, a week ago is a long time ago and clearly it didn't cause me to start back up again. 

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Voyeuristic Thursday: slave allan's reward

You may, as a reward, view up to an hour of adult material of your choosing in the 24 hours following this going live. Note, if you don't see this until it has been live over 24 hours, sorry for your loss the reward will have expired. Also note, what you view will be part of your assignment for next Thursday. So choose a thing you are comfortable disclosing publicly.

Thank you, Mistress, for your reward. I was lucky enough to have read the post before the reward had expired. Being faced with the hard truth that in the near future, when I am once again locked into a contract as Mistress's collared slave. These simple interests are going to be off limits to me. So what do I watch with only one hour that Mistress has granted me? To use a metaphor, I feel as though the virtual collar is on me now. It just doesn't have the virtual lock snapped into place yet. That will come in due time.

Having been given permission to search for adult material. I spent 20 minutes searching Google compiling a library of pictures that I can use in future post for my blog and for Mistress's Q and A. I also like to post pictures on my FL profile. I guess with the ban on adult material, I will have to use something else for pictures once I use up the library. OMG. Mistress it just dawned on me. Will I still be allowed to look into my saved file of images for my blog once I am under contract? I do not have an interest in seeing couples having sex. I prefer teasing pictures. The white feather on one's side or the photo of an ice cube on a defenseless sub's nipple.

Light predicament bondage catches my eye too. The ones where as long as the sub stays on his/her tiptoes. They prevent the endless edging from a vibrator. Or being in the predicament of being tied to a wooden horse. I find myself easily imagining myself as the slave in those pictures. But mostly I enjoy both photos with captions. Or as they are called today, memes. I am particularly fond of femdom, CFNM, and erotic hypnosis caption. I also admire the simple hand-drawn photos. I am astounded how an artist using lines and shading can make a scene jump off the page. Once fully collared these memes will probably be the first violation I will have to confess to. For example, recently I have been searching for memes to send Mistress to help aid her with quitting smoking. But I found myself typing in BDSM Minions. That kind absent mindlessness could find me once again being dressed down on a future Thursday post. Or something worse. So I save several in those first 20 minutes for future use if I am allowed too.

Rationing my remaining time, I decide to listen to one last hypnosis file. I had to forego my favorite file that technically is a JOI theme script. But with my particular male member refusing to make an appearance. I substituted my family jewels to tormenting my nipples. Sadly this file was too long to listen to with my remaining time. So I listened to a 22-minute piece about nipples. In the introduction part the session, the hypnotist claims that with continuous listening my nipples will become the center of my sexual being. It is suggested that I will crave nipple play over any other stimulation. A wonderful thought for someone with E.D. I enjoy listing to the sultry sounding voice and find the piece quite relaxing. As to the claim of making my nipple replace my penis as the central sexual focus on my body is still up for debate.

With only 18 minutes remaining I have two things I want to do. First I want to write a new post on nipple play. Sadly I am having a problem to come up with a theme. Hoping for inspiration I did a Google search. I found one description that sounded promising. It was a 54-minute video clip. Of course, knowing I couldn't watch the full thing so I started leapfrogging through it. Unfortunately, I didn't find any new inspiration for my blog, But the scenes that I did watch were interesting. The clip was not what I call the fluffy production type. This one was rawer. For all, I know it could be a couple who uploaded one of their scenes online. Trying to keep to my interest it was a femdom, CFNM video. In the video I was introduced to a new nipple device that I did not know of. The Mistress called it a nipple stretcher. He being gaged had little to say. These things are about 8 inches long with a metal arch. Through the arch is a threaded rod which is attached to a clover clamp. The slave in the video wore them by have the clamps attached to his nipples, which are stretched by the threaded rod, pulling the device tighter to his chest. Periodically through the video, the Mistress would twist the threaded rod a couple of revolutions pulling the slave's nipples that much more. Oh what a lucky slave.

With only seven minutes remaining, I gave up the video to read a short story I found the internet. This one is a short tale about a newlywed lady who thought she had received a gift from her husband that was away on a business trip. Upon opening the box she discovers a chastity belt. Which is of course equipped with the expected butt plug and vibrator attachments. There is a love note attached saying that if you love me you will wear this for me until I return. And to contact him once she put it on. Excitedly the wife puts the device on and locks it. She then quickly calls and tells her husband that she put it on. But instead of a fun conversation with her lover. She is greeted with an evil laugh from the man that she married. He goes on to tell her that the relationship and marriage were all staged and that she had been selected to becomes a sex slave to this multinational group. She still thinks that he's playing a game until he asked if she read the instructions. She reads a welcoming message to her new life as a slave, followed by a lengthy contract which states that by locking the device she has agreed with the terms of the contract. The story then goes on to tell about her training by what turns out to be a remote control belt at the command of some mystery woman. During the training stage of the story, the slave is taught obedience by receiving multiple hours of edging or forced orgasms by the chastity belt for not complying. The rest of the story is about the different people she's required to submit to.

So that is how I spent the hour that Mistress Cassidy rewarded me with. I am still stuck for an idea to use in a nipple tormenting post for my blog. I am open to suggestions.

Thank you once again, Mistress, for allowing me to be part of your Thursday blog.

Voyeuristic Thursday: slave allan Public Virtual Punishment

It is Sunday, August 12th and Mistress is at Safe Haven enjoying the sounds of another rain storm. I love these moments. I have this odd relationship with time. I am very much an in the moment sort of person, but I also love to reflect and I love to look ahead. Revisit the best, daydream about the future, but I do not get so caught in either that I miss the moment I am in. I love that I am typing on Sunday a thing that will not be seen until Thursday. There's this silly, little risk, what if things do not unfold how you wish. It might be embarrassing. If I say I am going to do a thing and then the thing doesn't happen, I might look like I don't keep my word. I might look like I do not know what I am talking about. Those are not things I take lightly. My word is my wand. My reputation is of the utmost value to me. But you know what? Things typically work out how I wish. I do not enjoy it, but if I have to I can get past being slightly embarrassed, there are far worst things one can be. I know that people who know me know that most of the time, I know what I am talking about. I know myself better than anyone. When this posts, I'll be four days without a cigarette. I haven't yet written the post for tomorrow, Monday. I am contemplating making the announcement in that post. Accountability. I created it already here, but quitting is awful. I did it just a little bit ago. I remember quite clearly where my pitfalls were. Extra accountability won't hurt. Let's see how this unfolds. 

The following is slave allan's response to having been chastised in his last post. He is a good sub, he knows that I recognize how much help he is to me. Yet there are things he could work on, things I need to guide him through. It is a funny thing, he needs to shelf his fantasies to have them. You can not have your cake and eat it too. I never cared for that expression as a child. It seemed stupid, what else would one do with cake? I looked up the history of the expression years ago, when google became a thing. While the expression is in English, a thing is lost in translation of time. It means just what I questioned, it is just said in an archaic way. It should be said something like, one can not eat cake now and also save it for later.  
Slave allan asked for a fantasy to be his new reality. He will have to continuously choose if he wants it now or later. If you missed it, slave allan is a long, long, long distance sub. He can opt to withhold information from me, he can opt to pretend to do at least some of the things I will ask of him. He could opt to pretend to experience his fantasy, or he will choose to actually surrender his ideas and have his fantasy. Will I know the difference? I might. allan and I have been friends for I believe over a year now. He was already my collared long distance sub for several months. I know his writing style well, I may catch changes in it if he were choosing to fake it. But truthfully, I probably won't. If he wished to simply read my instructions, and file them in his- well let's not be vulgar, his ***** bank, he could probably write a convincing enough emails that there wouldn't be a tell. It would be his loss. He asked for real, I will deliver real. If he squanders it that is on him. 

I on the other hand have made my choices. I will always have my cake now. 

Having been dressed down

Hello Mistress Cassidy.
I was not sure whether to directly post this in the comments on your post. Or send it here for you to view before posting it. I finally choose the safest route by sending it here. Once again, Mistress, I give my consent for you to use this for another guest blog posting.

Yes, Mistress, we are crystal clear on where I stand. I wished to be a slave, and a slave I will be. I feel that after reading your blog and your comments I owe you a thank you, Mistress. Not only did you point out a positive point that made me feel proud inside. You also provide a reality check to what I'm getting myself into. You mentioned in a message that you were going to publicly dress me down on your blog. And a scolding you gave me.  The verbal tongue lashing
you provided was probably just as stinging as any lashing I could have received. You are getting through to me Mistress. I am learning. As of now, I am discarding all of my preconceived ideas and fantasies of what a collared slave should be. I plan to take what you are going to teach me and apply it to the process of becoming a better slave. My goal Mistress is to try and get more rewarding praise, than facing another scolding or worse.

I would like to say sorry for asking you to restate what you have offered me. I am extremely proud that you have offered me a collar again. Plus I am deeply humbled by you providing a task-based tribute. It wasn't until I saw it in words (collared, personal submissive) that I understood what you were offering. I will soon be composing another letter proclaiming I would like to wear your collar. Plus preparing myself to sign a slave contract.

No Mistress, I hope you do not reconsider your offer. I wish there was a way for me to convey an image of me on my knees pleading and offering you anything. Just so you wouldn't reconsider. Yes, Mistress. I have not asked about the task I will be doing. I didn't bring them up before because I did not want to bother you by asking about them, and truthfully I was afraid too. I presume we will be talking about them before signing the final contract. As a sub and presumably as a collared slave. I am extremely grateful with how much or how little time you are able to give me. I have to realize that you are a busy woman, and have a business to run. I have read through your template for the slave contract in your previous post, it looks fantastic. It is also an honor that I'm one of the people being considered for the LDR collar. 

I should wrap up with a final thought. Just like an RL slave receiving a flogging, I will take the sting from my verbal flogging, and bask in the knowledge that I have an Owner who cares about me.

Thank you allan. 

Pleasure is My Birthright

That was a gift from a client recently, the mantra I used as the title above. One of my go to mantras is Abundance is my birthright, so when this subbie uttered his, it clicked for me and has stuck since. Pleasure is my birthright. This was a unique session, and no, Mistress does not typically make her subbies chant and gaze at their navels in her sessions. Yet the universe gives me these gifts; like a sub who came wishing to experience magic instead of handing off a checklist of requests. And no, you will not be hearing more about that session, I respect my sub's privacy and if you wish to experience voyeurism you can talk to me about arranging a video session or a double with my Hazey. If you wish to experience magic, bring me something interesting. Are you interesting? 

I am such a tease, but that is why you are here, isn't it?

How many recent entries talk about things changing? How many entries aren't here because I have been so busy in the real world that time at the keys just hasn't happened? How many times have I said I am planning a thing, and then followed up with a thing isn't happening? Perhaps to me it feels like it has happened more than it has, there are so many entries sitting on my dashboard unfinished.

The past few months have been a season of growth. Oh look how we can use language to turn something painful, challenging, and gut-retching into a thing that sounds positive, maybe even beautiful. Growth is both, a caterpillar turns into a liquefied mess of goo before it turns into a butterfly, you just don't see that because it happens in the chrysalis. I bet that hurts.

There have been many false starts in the recent past. Ideas that spoke to me, seemed promising, seemed right & best for me, but yet when I tried to make them happen, there was only a mess of goo & no butterfly emerged. I am usually OK with this. As a creative, entrepreneurial-minded, kind of person, I totally get some ideas just won't work. Sometimes it is timing. Sometimes it is resources. Sometimes it is just a bad idea. Move on, throw the next thing on the drawing board and here's the important part, try not to take it personally. Try not to let the disappointment of one failed idea infect the next one, or worse cause you to stop looking for the next one. For almost a year now it has seemed that in every corner of my universe every idea, every thing, was just going to turn to goo no matter how much energy I infused it with. I tapped myself dry over and over again. I believe I give my subs great advice. I take opportunities to mentor so seriously. Perhaps occasionally I can hear my own advice? Sometimes things just don't work out, don't take it personally. Who knows why, and who cares? Unless there is an opportunity to learn a thing in the failed thing, move on.

Pleasure is my birthright.

More than my birthright. Providing, and receiving pleasure is my life. Please do not degrade what I mean here with an idea that I am using pleasure as a euphemism for sex. I have told you before, I do not engage in anything as pedestrian as- well you know what I said. Fantasy fulfillment dispenser, when that slipped from my lips I saw my head on a Pez dispenser.

A phoenix becomes all ragged, is consumed by fire that burns to ashes, and then reemerges more magnificent than what it was before. I bet that hurts even more than goo. A phoenix, like me, is a fantasy. Or at least that is what the muggles believe.

Pleasure is my birthright.

I have checked off so many items in my fantasy Rolodex. Some came so early in my life. I wished to own a pet store, checked that off at 23. There's a big one, won't share the specifics here but checked that off at 15. Highway roulette, get in my car & drive until an exit sounds interesting and go see what's there. That was a game I coined a month after I got my license. My favorite thing about being a dancer was the vibe in the dressing room. It is not sexy by the way. It is tension filled, it is the smell of dozens of perfumes & cosmetics, nerves and bravado. Twenty, check. My fantasies have little to do with the old in and out. My fantasies are alchemy. My fantasies are experiences. I date boys who are artists and musicians because I fancy myself a muse. I call my best friend my stylist and joke that I am not a muggle when I have to adjust my own stockings or put on my own makeup, because it pleases me to pretend I have a lady in waiting tending to me. Or rather I do have a lady in waiting who does tend to me. Pretend, fantasy, reality these lines are all very blurry in my universe. Why shouldn't my fantasies be my reality? I craft fantasies for others, which in and of itself is also a checked item in my Rolodex. Why shouldn't I have what I want, even if or especially if, it is a bit outside of the norm?

I am brilliant. 

I am fearless. 

Pleasure is my birthright.

I love tossing my bag in the trunk and carrying my toothbrush in my purse. I have a fantasy where I get to go home to my tribe. I love vacations. I love rental cars, trains and planes. I have a fantasy that people sincerely miss me and look forward to my return. I love truly enjoying, appreciating, engaging with the people I love most. Familiarity breeds contempt, I wish to be free of contempt.

When does one know if an idea is a good one? When do you know if this is the one that is going to work? When it doesn't go away even when you pro-actively try to ignore it. When you resist, because really how impractical is this, but there it is again. When you go ahead and allow yourself to just fantasize about it a little bit, and suddenly you see it. When there are conflicts, problems, stumbling blocks but the solutions to each just come together. Once you have recognize a thing is yours, it is kind of silly to deny it. I mean unless you're into being denied. If an idea is a good one, the details sort themselves out.

Mistress Cassidy's fantasy Rolodex is going to be spun and so many items will be checked. I do so love the satisfaction of a checked box. Excuse me, where are we? Oh right, I am going home. One of my homes, now there will be two. I will remain here in Massachusetts (and probably pop into Rhode Island once or twice) until September first-ish. I will be available for sessions at Safe Haven, almost every day in August. I will be at every party at Twizted, Safe Haven and at least one Princess Gemini event. Mistress Dahlia and I will be hosting an exclusive, vetted and invite only event in a beautiful home in northern Massachusetts, date will be announced Monday. Highlights to include a hypnosis workshop by yours truly. Early in September I will be heading to Richmond to house hunt, and feed my soul again. October will see me back in Massachusetts, where I will be sessioning, attending and hosting parties. I will celebrate Thanksgiving and my 46^th birthday in Virginia, December Mass again. Do you see the pattern? Once my Virginia dungeon is completed it will be available on Kink B & B when not in use by me, and perhaps a twin in Massachusetts will happen in the next year as well. In the beginning my time in Virginia will be focused on writing, spending real time with my tribe, and building my network there. Time in Massachusetts will be focused on my committed submissives, sessions with worthy newbs and continuing to be an active member of the local scene. I am not abandoning my community, I am expanding it.

Pleasure is my birthright.