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. 

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Let's Play a Game

This entry was written once already. It was perfect. That isn't my ego talking. My top said it was, he would know. Mistress Cassidy typed while radiating with a post scene glow that surpassed the northern lights. That is my ego talking, but I had a mirror.

But alas a thing changed on my agenda, which in turn caused a thing I had said in the post to be inaccurate. 

Truth or Dare with Mistress Cassidy...

Go on try to shock & awe me

Truth: Do you really love what you do Mistress?

Short answer, I absolutely do. 

Extended answer, there are moments that challenge my love. When a potential client responds to my inquiry, what are your bdsm interests? With anything you wish Mistress, often followed or proceeded with proclamations that they are a real/true/authentic submissive. For the non-professional  but experienced kinksters who may be reading, please remember this is a response from a stranger. We haven't negotiated anything at this point. For the vanillas in the room, you know those times when you have asked someone where they want to go out to eat and they reply, anywhere you want to go and then reject the six suggestions you make? Anything you wish,  is the start of a conversation that will echo where do you want to eat. Like with dinner, the "real submissive" wants to do anything I wish, that speaks to his tastes.  

Further extended answer,  I absolutely love what I do. When I see a reoccurring source of displeasure for me, I ask how can I eliminate that from my experiences. There is no room in my universe for a reoccurring source of displeasure. I no longer hear the answer that causes me to roll my eyes, I ask a different question now. 

For that rare submissive who does simply strive to be useful, this is my current Wish List. 

There have been several things lately that required fine-tuning. I commit fully to having the life I wish to have.

Chaturbate. It satisfies my desire for safe exhibitionism. It fits my always changing schedule. It allows me to spend time with out-of-state friends and clients, even when I am on another planet.  In theory, I can have some ahem alone time, while also having an audience. An ego maniac exhibitionist dream come true. Yet, when I am on CB, with Cardi, Pink, Madonna, or Kim echoing how cool it is to be an alpha female living her best life, do you know what happens? People interrupt me. Not interact, I want people to interact with me. Interacting is why I am there. Interacting is you look great Mistress, I love spending time with you here and it is preferably followed by the sound of tips flowing signaling that my viewers would like me to continue. I would very much like to continue. Interrupting is some nobody, shouting out things like where are you from, do you hook-up? I am in the groove, touching my favorite spots in my favorite ways and letting you watch me, and this is what I am subjected to.  

Dare: What are you going to do about it Mistress?
We're going to play a game. We're going to do things my way. Beginning with my next broadcast, which will be announced as always on all the platforms listed below, I am going to start using the password protected feature. I will spend some time in the public room, and then whether there are 1 or 100 viewers in the room, everyone without my password will be locked out. Those who have the current password will follow me to the real show. On days that I do an extended broadcast, there will be multiple shows. The password will remain the same, so if you can't catch the 6p show, you can pop in to the 8p show.  
Passwords can be purchased or earned. I will be offering various ways to earn my password daily, different ways will be announced on different platforms. Those announcements might also include a pic of what I intend to wear, and hints about what I intend to happen during the show. Purchasing a password will be offered through my Chaturbate menu. It will be the first item on what will now be a further limited public menu.   

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shhh- in addition to the new format Mistress has a couple other cool things on the agenda for Chaturbate. Like maybe a very extended broadcast very soon. Like maybe a new playmate with exhibitionist tendencies too. Like maybe some new toys. Like maybe someone is banging on her calendar again and may have a rare, special guest star one day...

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Catching Up Part 1

Omigoodness, how amazing was May 2019? I think I am going to make a notation in my calendar so when time travel is a thing I will remember that it was quite possibly the best month ever and I'll want to be extra mindful not to create a paradox. Unless in the paradox universe all that changes is the last season of Game of Thrones.
Instead of my normal Monday where can you find me post, I'm going to time travel in the only fashion available to me at this time, and share all the yummy moments you missed in the past couple weeks.  Oh sorry for you, you should follow my blog, groups & platforms more closely if you want to be in the loop.  Or you should submit more fully if you want to be part of these moments.
A few weeks ago my top said that he was going to be someplace practically on another planet and suggested that I meet him there. Have I mentioned how conflicted and full each of our schedules are? My overly full schedule though, like everything else in my universe (or nearly everything) bends the knee (so angry about GoT). Where was I? Yes sir, on my knees. What? That can't be right. No, my schedule was bending for me. My top said he could carve out some time in his too full schedule and I started banging on my calendar until I thought I could make it work too.
But could I really make it work? I have a lot of specialized responsibilities. I can't just tap any muggle or call up Kelly's Temp Service and say yes, I'll need a dominatrix on Tuesday, who cooks from scratch using only locally sourced produce, to step into my shoes for a few days. But it so happens I know a dominatrix who knows the value of bone broth and free range eggs. Bonus, she loves me. Mistress Dahlia and I began hammering out a visit and at some point it became clear that really we needed another person to make this work. Our favorite Panda stepped up to fill in the rest of what was needed.
Let's pause here for a moment to appreciate this is the rewards of building meaningful, healthy, and complex dynamics. In all things I give my all, having partners and friends that do the same, fills me with so much that it rarely feels like work.
How much of my time with my top am I going to share with you little voyeurs? I haven't quite decided yet. Let's pin it & talk about my party now.

Shortly after settling in here I was introduced to an amazing local Dominatrix, Lady X of House of Femdom. House of Femdom, among many other things, hosts welcoming parties for local and visiting Dommes. Lady X, her partner Mistress Katie, and their well-trained house subs put together a top-notch evening of pampering, and playing to introduce local subs to new-to-the-area dominants.  Mistress X has a wicked imagination, and she devised so many naughty games for the subbies to compete for our attentions. The submissive guests reflected a range of experience levels. I got to play with amusing betas that yelped when they saw a clamp and experienced masochists that took my lashings and thanked me as welts formed on their flesh. My party was so special; another moment when I was able to pause and reflect on everything I love about being a professional dominant. This is the community I am a part of, and these are the people I am blessed to spend my time with.

Overlapping the weekend of my party, our Panda had to go home. I wish I was able to carve some play time or bring her to an event during her stay. For a self-proclaimed brat, she is such a solid and helpful friend. You were missed so much Panda, thank you again and again for all you did.
Dahlia and I were then able to focus on some behind the scenes stuff.  How many times have I said that she is amazing? I haven't said it half as often as I have thought it. She is amazing. She tended to everything I value with the same level of thoughtfulness and devotion that I vanilla at. When I returned, my home was spotless and fresh flowers were in every room. She managed my business so that my trip could be truly down time. And she did this while bouncing that booty to Cardi B and singing along, bitches is mad, bitches is trash err, Oscar the Grouch, Seeing me win, they gotta hurt, ooh ouch. Said when the see me, what they gon do? Bitch, not from the couch. She's everything. After unpacking, and a moment to rest my feet. They are still humming, thank you sir. What? Oops, sidetracked again. After a moment to decompress, there were schedules to coordinate. Events and launch dates were penciled on calendars. Ideas for content were considered, and pinned.

Dahlia and my top are my point and counterpoint in all things. Neither are my echo chamber, I know how good my coffee is Jules, I buy the motherfucking coffee. I have no need of an echo chamber. It is rare, but what I have a need for is someone to say, you've put a lot of energy into this and it isn't proving worth your time. Or more often, to say that idea last week, that was brilliant, why isn't it in motion yet. There's a thing I have debated with myself far too long, when I said it out loud, my muse and my top agreed with me. The work-cations to Massachusetts are not the best investment of my time. I will not be returning to Massachusetts this summer. When I do return, whenever that may be, I will be wearing my tourist shirt. It will not be announced publicly and I will no longer try to juggle downtime and work time. If you are devoted to me, if you wish to serve me, you will do so on my schedule here in Paradise.
Omi, how long has this become? A quick edit suggests there isn't much I want to cut. Listen if George RRRRRR Martinson can use every word in the English language 10,000 times to tell a story of how everything burns, (could have been summed up with, totes wicked hot) I can use this many to share the best month ever. I'm not quite done, but I am quite tired. I know, you're already waiting on a part two of the post on Long Distance Dynamics. Mistress needs a nap. You will also wait to hear about my surprise visitor, Mistress Dahlia's birthday bash and maybe, if you beg & I am feeling especially exhibition-y, a little taste of how tops play when they get actual downtime. You're welcome.