For in the distance, 12 souls from now,
you and me will still be here
Decades have passed.
Fuck it, looks like we will have to be legends now.
I have needed to order new business cards for at least a year. I mean it's terribly less pressing now that I rarely engage with new-to-me subbies. Also, we live here in the future, calling cards are so very dated.
Clock me, I love business cards, and I have to return some videotapes.
Fuck that's probably a classic now. Peeps prolly think it was released around the same time as Taxi Driver, and Casablanca. Note to self: find new movie quotes.
I need to order business cards. NBD. One of my nearest and dearest, our Goth Barbie, owns a printing shop even.
So I need a new landing page here to Q.
A new all about me page, you're soaking in it now, for all the information that's too wordy for a card.
Seven times seven, not one cell of the innumerable gathered to create this me that I am remains from the original collection.
How weird is that?
Who am I?
I should put a link to my first entry here. Maybe I will when I edit, prolly won't. I am still a professional dominatrix. I am still never, ever going to sleep with you. In the years since I wrote that the scene has become an ever-bigger presence in my personal life as well. It has grown to include becoming my Top's submissive. Four years now, it still feels surreal. I maintain that I am not a submissive or a switch, but this dynamic is very much a primary part of my identity now. I have discovered some of the best parts of me, rediscovered some of my favorite parts of me, through becoming my top's property.
I'm a creator now. Well, I mean, I have always been a creator, but I create porn now. Ha. Dude, let's pause here for a minute. I am having a second opportunity to live out my exhibitionist fantasies, and this time the internet is a thing. When I was your age, I had to walk uphill, through the snow, in my Pleasers to get to the club, or something like that.
Whatev, welcome to Cassatopia. Can I tell you a secret? Lean in close, bonus you'll end up covered in my pheromones. I started this post a month ago. I was going to give some thought to exactly what I wished to convey, come back in a few minutes and bang it out. In my defense I did also squeeze in a magical vacation since I paused, I haven't only been sitting around contemplating my navel. But also, my belly button is hella deep, I did spend much time investigating it.
Still, I don't have an outline I'm bouncing off, we're just winging this. It's on today's list, "Finish the post", and as a fail-safe, today's primary goal is: a well completed To Do List.
So I'm Mistress Cassidy, lifestyle and professional dominatrix, content creator, BDSM consultant, and event hostess. Sometimes I'm just Cassidy, cougar, Gen X, MILF and Master John's pet. This is my blog. It's pretty sweet. One time Master John said, I love your blog. And I'm this dork who will glow about that every time I recall it. There's typically song lyric titles, Prince or Bowie most often. I reference astrology and tarot far more often than reasonable. I write here with the knowledge that my literature teacher from 1986 sometimes pops by, as does 100s of my vanilla friends, so I censor a little bit. But only a little bit. They choose to be my friend, they know what they signed up for. I try to post my travel and event schedule here, but it's too full to keep it current really. Besides it's less than safe to just put here where any muggle might trip over it.
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