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I am a Dominatrix

A couple weeks ago, on Mother's Day specifically if you're curious, I found myself chanting, "I work in the adult industry not a daycare, why am I being forced to deal with so much juvenile bullshit.". I wish I could say that all things quieted down from there. I can't, they didn't. What I can say is that my top, as always, had some insightful words and encouragement. 
So doesn't that make you a submissive, or maybe a switch Mistress Cassidy? If you enjoy being flogged, if you look to another dominant for guidance, if you knelt with your head on the floor.., um, what? The temp just went up a little in the room and I lost my train of thought.
Where was I?
Mistress Cassidy, Cassidy Cream and even vanilla, you saw me slip my legal name just recently didn't you? I'm not going to again, but yes even that woman, are tops, alphas, type As, dommes, dominants etc. I am all of those women and I am a dominatrix.  Let me tell you how I know this.
I love to wear corsets. They make me feel sleek, they remind me to stand straight and to own the space I am inhabiting. I feel strong and impenetrable in a corset. A corset is fashion. Enjoying corsets does not make one a top. Right now I am sitting here in leggings, a beater and yesterday's make-up, and I am still a top.
I make magic when I swing a flogger. I can make it dance an eighth of inch from your skin, just enough to stir the air around you and swirl the little hairs on your arm. And I can bring it down like thunder, causing plasma leaking welts to burst forth from you. I can do this while coquettishly swiveling my hips, sometimes with my eyes closed, in time with Take Me to Church or anything the DJ might be spinning. When I am finished you will drop to your knees if I ask you to and you will recognize me for the Goddess I am. Swinging a flogger is a learned skill. I am not a Type A because I  can swing a flogger. Anyone with the tools and patience can learn to do the same. Today I am catching up the electronic part of my job. I am doing laundry and while there is music playing there isn't much hip swiveling happening. I am still a type A alpha.
I like to be indulged. I like for there to be flowers in every room of my home. I love breakfast in bed, and see nothing wrong with requesting it on a random Tuesday and then again on Wednesday. I might not even say thank you if I am distracted, but that is rare- I tend to have impeccable manners. Being indulged is a side product of having had indulgent partners in my life and of having grown-up an only child. Today I am single. I do all the things myself and if I want breakfast in bed I will need to make it myself, like a muggle. Or I will need to pay for a hotel & room service. Enjoying being indulged is not what makes me a domme. When I make my own breakfast, I am still a domme.
I like to make people uncomfortable. There is a whole spectrum here. I like innocent discomfort like when I am speaking to someone and I can see them struggle to maintain eye contact, hear their voice catch a little and know that I am making them think less than wholesome thoughts.And I like more intentional discomfort, I like causing pain.  I like looking directly in a subs eyes, and slowly applying more and more pressure to bits that aren't intended to withstand much pressure at all. I love the moment when without words I see a sub slip from oh please you can't hurt me, to oh please don't make me ask you to stop hurting me to a desperate can't you hear me begging you to stop hurting me. But I only engage in those activities with those that have asked me to. I think everyone I know (or at least almost everyone I know) , including the people who ask me to hurt them, will tell you that I am mostly a kind & gentle person.  I am still a dominant if I break out my hot stones and give you a massage.

At our girl party several weeks ago I tapped my very good friend Mistress Dahlia and asked if she work me over a bit. Things have been stressful, I've mentioned that haven't I? I had new tools I needed to experience, and I had a real need for some hard core stress relief. I suppose I look submissive. She's slapping me between the shoulders with my new rod, it stings quite a bit. For fucksake I am biting the side of my thumb, is there anything more submissive than this? Now for those not as in-tune with my body language, I am absolutely blissed out. I am relaxed. I feel safe. I feel Dahlia pouring her attention into me and I am happy to receive it. I am ever so thankful that Dahlia knows what she is doing and I do not have to coach her through what I want, but there is no submission happening in this photo. Am I sure? Well this photo is a moment later...

I found myself having to yell at some ass across the room for messing with the music. Interrupt my bliss, they're lucky they still have a head at the top of their neck. 

I am still not sure that I have conveyed what I intended to here. 

 The night of our girl party, I was going to have a couple cocktails. I knew I wouldn't be driving. I was with a dozen people I would trust with my life. There was no reason I couldn't let my hair down. Then my Hazey was a little bit sad, about a boy. Mistress skipped the cocktails, and did her best to remind Hazey how valuable she is to me and how much I love her. That is what a top does.

When I go places, I am in the driver's seat. 

When a thing goes bump in the night, I get out of bed. 

When I have feelings that are not conducive to safe play, I either work through those feelings or I do not play. 

If ever someone suggested that I played in a manner that was unsafe, I'd sit down with a pen and my notebook and ask them to tell me precisely what they were talking about. I wouldn't stand up again until I was certain I heard every word that was said to me, even if it was painful. I wouldn't move until I knew I could correct the action they brought to my attention. Until I was certain that they were mistaken or that I now knew how to do this imaginary thing safely, I would never again do this thing to another human.  

This is what I mean when I say that I am a top, a Type A, an alpha, a domme, a dominant, a dominatrix. 

I mean, I am responsible.

In all ways, always.

The truth of the matter is, that is what I love and I wouldn't have it any other way.  

Guest Post by our slave allan

                   Mistress had every intention of keeping her blog fresh and current. There is so much on my To Do List, so many things changing, and so many ideas that I don't want to be lost in the whirlwind that is my life. Keeping the blog fresh & current is nearly at the top of the list. It is the space that should be catching the ideas and keeping them from getting lost. But sitting here without a smoke is still really challenging. I can do it, and I have done it, but it is challenging nonetheless. Our slave allan stepped up again to lend a hand. While his cute little poem isn't an update from me, it does give me a reason to come here, which in turn reminds me to get back on track. So enjoy slave allan's fun little poem and watch for my updates soon... and as always if there is a typo or misspelling, please point them out, so slave allan can be properly tormented. 

A spring poem

This is just something silly I wrote. You could say it is the second part to the one I did in December

Twas spring in the Claus household and Mrs. Claus has planned somethingnew and bold. The workshop has been changed for a slightly different type of show so I have been told. You see after she gave all the elves a few days off for some well deserved rest. She went right to work to make a new love nest. She replaced all the bright red curtain with some made of black satin and lace. She can hardly wait to see the expression on her husband's cherry face. All the shiny bells, wrapping paper and bright ribbons and bows were all stashed away to make room for some new toys to be used in some kinky play. Oh what a grin Santa would of have if he only knew what his wife has planned for him today. All the hammers and nails, paint and sticks have been moved to make room for cuffs and clamps and a cage for a slave's dick. So after planning for weeks Mrs Claus will be giving her new slave Santa, permission to speak. So he can tell his friends how he got his new rosy red cheeks. Now with the help from an elf's wrench, Mrs Claus finished building Santa's new bondage bench.

Our sweet Mrs Claus then changes into her leather corset and heels. She also opens a new collar and leash, which she got for a steal,Then with a crack of her newly acquired whip, we finally get to meet Mistress Claus standing tall with a hand on her hip. Now as she waits for her slave to return home. Mistress Claus has one last trick for her big jolly nome. Knock knock at the door there is. Mrs. Claus opens it quickly because of this. For standing in the cold waits none other than New England's greatest Domme. One Mistress Cassidy who according to some is the best mistress with a dot com. She is there to help Mistress Claus remind Santa who will be in charge of his hairy sack and balls, and to assure that he won't be able to answer any calls. Then just as I'm about to take a drink of my pop I hear Santa enter his shop, where he loudly exclaim "Ho, ho, ho my god, mistresses please havemercy on my old cock." Which is then followed by a very loud CRACK!!!  that scared our slave out of his socks. Well by now I figure that old Santa is tightly gag and bound. So I take it upon myself to inform you that Santa doesn't want to be found, and in the days final light, I get to wish one and all a flogging Good Night.