Wanna Be a Baller

Shot Caller, 20-inch blades on the Impala

I've used that before, haven't I? Indulge me, it is what's spinning, and the right tempo for what I intend to write. 

Since I began my journey as a professional Domme, a hundred million years ago, in the spring of 1999, it has been a near daily occurrence, sometimes multi times a day, for men to ask how they might arrange to spend time with me and then complain when I answer their question. My ads state that my tribute is outrageous. Literally, in my most playful, is she serious tone, I state, do not contact me unless outrageous sounds reasonable to you. I appreciate we haven't yet met, but you know who you're contacting. 

If a sub maintains a respectful tone while they process their sticker shock, I actually will entertain a counteroffer, at times I even indulge in a little barter. That is almost unheard of among professional Dommes. I am an anarchist at heart; the idea of a gift economy gets me wet even while I recognize the impossibility of it. Well, the impossibility of it for you anyway, for me it's working out quite well. Don't interrupt me with the nonsense of your reality. 

It is highly unlikely I will accept your counteroffer, but it amuses me to watch you shoot your shot. As for offers of service, I live a charmed life, most of my needs are already met. There are only a handful of specific wishes left that I would indulge another a quid pro quo arrangement. Of course, it should go without saying, only with select individuals who are qualified. I have no need of a sub to make my dinner, but I'd make an exception for a Michelin-starred chef or Alton Brown. 

This applies to the men who offer themselves as content collaborators. I am open to collaborations, with professionals. If I need to define what makes one a professional content creator; quite simply that proves that you are not. For the curious though, if you wished to collaborate with me you must be a certified creator on the platforms I use. You must have the costumes, tools, and equipment associated with your niche. Ideally your social follows are comparable to mine. I will make an exception to that requirement for new creators if they have an obvious pattern of growth that reflects how long they have been in the industry.  In any case simply being a body that is willing to have pictures taken while you experience your fantasy is not hardly unique. It offers nothing of value to me. 

Last week alone I served 4 servings of this copy-pasta:

Filming a session does not make the session complimentary. If anything, content creation adds additional work on my end. If you'd like to  <your insert fetish here> you're welcome to book and pay for a session. If you'd like our time together recorded for your private enjoyment, that can certainly be arranged for an additional fee. 

The respectful-but-moaning would-be subs who have nothing of value to offer also often suggest how great it would be to be in a lifestyle arrangement with me. They fantasize about the authenticity of it. It's an interesting POV, I can see how someone who's never experienced a lifestyle arrangement might think that sounds exciting. Imagine how hot it would be to be my 24/7, long-term, committed, live-in. Well, the other day I handed my live-in a bill to be paid, and he replied that those two sessions we had back in 2007 were the most expensive he's ever experienced. It took a beat for me to catch what he meant, and then I laughed out loud. Although I think he forgot a few sessions, by my recollection it was more like 5 or 6, his observation was on point. He hasn't seen me in a latex catsuit unless it was watching me walk out the door to work since around 2007. I know, it's a weird niche kink, but it works for us.  

Is that what you were imagining? 

You want to join the list of boys I am never ever going to _________, it'll only cost you, everything. 

Does my tribute still sound unreasonable? It is by far the least costly way to access time with me, but by all means if you wish to finance my winter home, I do so badly want to add the Snowbird experience to my charmed life. Or Maraschino could use a little German sister, I saw a pretty beamer in a blue I've never seen on a car before, why don't you find out the name for me. I'll check if there's room in my stable for you. 

The Winter Days, They Last Forever

But the weekends went by so quick

We're going to have to jump timelines, do you know where your towel is? No worries, should be just a small jump. I'm aiming to land on the version that looks basically just like this one, but where I didn't promise myself that I would write 3 entries in July. In my defense, 1. I wrote a post on June 30th, which is like July eve. And 2. July was fucking busy, and it really hasn't eased up yet. 

Tell me about it, stud. 

Remember that whole we're selling our house, and buying a new one? Turns out even with Claudia Cream, best agent in Mass, and yes I am highly biased, on the job, buying and selling houses is a tedious, annoying, frustrating job and bound to take 10xs longer than you allot for it. The less said the better, just know I didn't go to Alaska in July with my most vanilla BFF so I could buy a house and yet here we are in August without a new house. Watch out if I say the same in September about the trip to Italy I delayed. 

Aside from that July rocked in every other way. 

Seventeen has turned thirty-five. I used that for an entry title on Open Dairy decades ago when I turned 35. Did you know that's where Ms. Danielle and I first met? We'll save that story for another day,and try to stay focused. Although I really want to say, I was only 14 when Cherry Bomb was released. I edited out the time slip; you don't need to know that I thought I really understood where he was coming from even if I misheard 'smoke' for 'sport'.  Anyway, I co-hosted 3 events in July on 231. The most recent one was a stripper panel with another former dancer, and a couple weeks backs Ms. Danielle and I co-lead a content creator's Q&A. For the life of me I can't recall what the 3rd event was, and when I tried to find my promotion of it on X, I got distracted by the clown cuck. Please note, Mistress Cassidy and several friends are looking for our own clown cuck here in the states, please send your qualifications if you'd like to be considered for the gig. The two events I recall went so well, lol. The attendance is growing, are you a member yet? Some great questions were asked, and I hope we are contributing to maintaining supportive bonds between the lifestyle and professional communities.  August events at 231 will be announced soon, watch for them.

I attended an event hosted by Safe Sex Work Vermont; the audience was largely non sw'ers. The aim was to differentiate consensual SW from trafficking, to clear up common misconceptions and take questions from the community. It was so well done, I wish I could claim to have contributed to the planning or execution, but so proud of my friends and colleagues who did the actual work.  

While sadly as touched on above I haven't engaged in any significant travel, all summer- no I'm not pouting and don't you dare suggest to Master John that I am, I did manage to squeeze in a couple days chilling in the Berkshires and two visits to Vermont. Sometimes you'll hear those who oppose the adult industry decrying those in it for glamourizing the industry, and you will just as easily come across those who work in it reminding you that sex work is work, and it is. But also, I had brunch in a sauna, on a balcony overlooking Lake Champagne, in the rain on a Tuesday. That is a normal day for me, and if it sounded glamorous to you, I worked really hard doing work I love to create this life, thank you for noticing. 

There's new content with Bailey Wilde, of the cross-dressed, cuck, caged, strapping variety, posted on my free OF, along with teasing posts from dozens of creators I'm promoting this month. You'll be sad if you miss these hotties. Also hosting solo contests again on my free account, so expect even more posts with smoking hot creators. While on my VIP account, which remember is no promo and no ads, just me and the creators I collaborate with in person <wink>, I'm aiming to do a live show (almost) daily all month long! There are a few days I won't be able to, so I'm posting when to expect me to be on weekly. Tomorrow, Sunday, I'll post my schedule through the 15th.  

Have you purchased your copy of Madison Murry's My Gaping Masshole, Just the Pixxxs, yet? Did you find my melons in the breast collage? Hit me up, and let me know if you're in the cool club that pre-ordered and scored an invite to the release party. 

What am I forgetting? 

Oh, I quoted Mellencamp lyrics above, because he's such a bad ass and I saw him live couple weeks ago. Danced hard and sang loud to every single song, what a great show. Caught several local, indie shows too. Drop me a note if punk shows in abandoned buildings is how you vanilla too, I'll share the pits I might slam in, but only privately.   

There's a project almost but not quite ready for its big reveal. Somehow, I'm find myself feeling just a little tiny bit self-conscious about it. I know, it's so weird and so rare. But perhaps I'll grow bolder about it after teasing you a little. Let's try that. And if you want to guess what it is, if you comment your guess below, I'll confirm if you're right. So, it is an actual tangible physical item, much smaller than a breadbox. It's a highly personalized item, and if you ever desperately wished that I allowed you the sort of access I only allow my top, you'll want to stay tuned and order your very own copy.   

I Need Blood

and he has more than enough. 

Not the inchworm. Can you even see him? Look closer, we'll likely come back to him later. 

the guy sure looks like plant food to me
Feed me Seymour, feed me all night long

It's Monday, and what's Monday? That's right, it is the best day of the week. Cass is engaging a little self-care aftercare, and today that includes show tunes. 

Flipped my eggs with jazz hands and the old razzle dazzle. Ya, that makes them taste better. Leave a comment, let me know if you try it. 

FuckingA, I love this charmed life I woke up in.

There's an alternate reality where the song playing while I type is Poison's I Won't Forget You and the photo is of a pink can of Aqua Net framed by some cutesy kitschy tchotchkes. But my frequency rose so fucking high, and I really want to hang out here on this plateau so much longer. 

This is how I do my aftercare now. I wonder if my comrades in kink have unlocked this? That instead of aftercare that guides you back to reality, you could opt instead to vibe all those juicy endorphins out to the edges, create a space right here, yes this high, then superimpose reality here, you don't have to drop or glide. Why not hang out here? There's so many to choose from, and this is a wicked cool version of reality. 

Let the muggles call it mania, they fake orgasms and say what we do is shameful. 

I didn't even engage in any sort of play. Well, wait that's not entirely true. I didn't engage in anything that any vanilla would imagine if they tried to imagine how a room full of hot sw'ers would play if they were hanging out and having a private dinner party. Did I say hot? Let's clarify that, I meant to say, hotter than the sun. Another day play might very well look just as sexy and debauched as anything in the naughtiest corner of your imagination, but today my endorphin overflow was brought on by delicious food, meaningful conversation and giggles over this inchworm on our way for paninis and lavender chai. The bounce in my step is the echo of, I almost bought you that same tarot deck, I know you love Mondays. 

The inchworm appeared on my thigh, while Ashley whipped her (redacted for privacy & safety) quite fast down a country mountain road. It was so Norman Rockwell, if Norm ever painted a porn star and professional dominatrix on their way to Sunday brunch. Any other day the poor little thing would have been missed, likely crushed, because I have control issues and never sit the passenger seat. But that day I said sure, let's let my most distractable love take the wheel, why not. Then let's rapid fire subject hop through the deepest of thoughts but leave room for interjections of silly too. Then there he was, just chilling on my thigh. Sending him out the window or leaving him to roam in Ashley's car would surely have resulted in an unnaturally shortened life. Poor thing would have missed out on turning to goo and becoming a moth or butterfly- whichever green little inchworms from Vermont are destined to become. So I hosted an impromptu insect photoshoot, then released him safely in the patch of grass outside of the most quintessential Vermont coffee shop. As a worm he wasn't very photogenic but perhaps when he gets his wings, he'll find himself on a postcard. 

There is a deeper message here, and some readers caught it already, but I know most of you could use a Cass-to-Vanilla decoder ring. That's okay, you don't live this sort of life. Which is why you're here, because the bounce you get vicariously feels good, right? 

There isn't anything inherently shameful in indulging in what brings you pleasure. That is part of takeaway I want to convey, that I mean anything, good food, great conversation, being silly, or having reality rocking orgasms are valid ways to explore pleasure. There should only be choosing an appropriate time and a place, practicing moderation that supports your long-term health and well-being, and reserving enough time for the more mundane components of a well-rounded life, but that without pleasure it just isn't a well-rounded life. 

This is an extension of the last post. If you haven't read it yet, I'd really love it if you went back one and caught up before going forward. Next time perhaps I'll put a handy link here to make it easier, but you like doing little challenges for me, don't you? Next entry we go even deeper. If you jump in after the party starts, I'm not going to be held responsible if you're not wet enough.