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.
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