Really It's a Pretty Wholesome Lifestyle

We're in my kitchen, there's a purple tablecloth on my table. It's not paisley, but it will make you think of Prince. Tupac is trying so hard to convince us he's a simple man, fuck the fame. Do simple men leave this mortal coil in a blaze of bullets, in Vegas? It's your story Mr Shakur, spin it anyway you wish. 

Yesterday Ms. Dahlia and I were being silly on the phone. Being silly on the phone with Dahlia is a line item on my resume. Anyway, I said, I feel like I have had a very conservative sex life. Then I said, many times, stop laughing. Right now, stop it. 

YouTube drift just gave me Powerman 5000, are you ready?  

My breakfast included Brussel sprouts and miso soup. I made it myself, like a boss. Sadly, today, I served myself, like a muggle. I feel like consuming Brussel sprouts before 9am is the epitome of wholesome. 

My top was the first man ever in the history of all time to ever... hmm. I'm going to finish that sentence when I copy this to Fetlife. I was 45. The missing words? They're really not that shocking, I think it's far more shocking that I was 45 the first time I experienced it. Listen, Mr Shakur might be a freak and let you get up on top of him. Bitches on top? We be wild up in here. 

Oh, well yes, that thing my top did? I have caused probably several thousands of men to do the same. Yes, to their own  {Fetlife edit}

Dahlia and I lived out one of our Sister Wives fantasies at Canobie Lake Park recently. Um, that is the fantasy. Put your junk away, no one's getting naked.  Sister Wives= women in a platonic relationship, who's immortality investments are raised, provided for and protected by a fierce collection of adults, mostly women.  Fantasizing about a conservative religious based practice seems pretty wholesome to me. I mean, as long we keep our clothes on. 

Oh right, I was also in trouble that day. I sent Master John more filtered pictures, He h8s them. We have very different top styles. I suspect astute lifestyle readers know exactly what's written in between the lines. Anyway, I sent filtered pictures the day before I was spending the day deep in vanilla, with a high probability of muggle interactions. And he tossed me right in the briar patch, who knew that would happen? I may share the deets on Fet. I don't know, as much as I did totes ask for it, it was a rather intense punishment. 

Sea moss, acai berry, water kefir smoothies. 

My poodle's name is Fiona, we call her FiFi sometimes.

Before bed FiFi and I chill out by watching videos of bento box ideas and charcuterie board building.

Today fairies from the Amazon are bringing me toothpicks with little ceramic animals, like sea turtles. 

There's both sprouts and micro-greens growing in my kitchen. 

June Cleaver, Donna Reed and Martha Stewart combined aren't as wholesome as me. 

And also

I met a client after an event. I was wearing an ethereal floaty sheer black ensemble with my spiked, cbt stems. I wore them at Canobie too. The woman behind me coming out of the Turkish Twist tapped me on the shoulder to declare, you're shoes are terrifying. I said please be careful, it's possible there's a little blood on them. Neither of us were fibbing. My client met me at an uppity mugglemarket, where I had him {fetlife edit} in the parking lot before he lived out his fantasy of taking a Goddess shopping while {more of the same}. 

Really, I live a wholesome, simple life. 

Done

 Have you missed me? How much? Prove it, comment on the post or maybe I'll never share my brilliance with you again. 

Nah for realz if you're happy to see that I am tapping these keys again you should totes thank Ms Dahlia. It is all her doing. 

Months ago Dahlia, Dez and Cass went on a most epic road trip. Much fun and giggles were had by everyone.

It was officially time that my besties should meet my top, or rather it was way past time but we were finally able to coordinate the schedules of all these alpha types. 

So we drove to the state where they have the very worst food from all over the globe, and had the very best time. You should see the pictures but you'd have to be my Fetlife friend to do that cuz ya know vanilla privacy and such. 

There was this moment. I believe I was bent over an easy chair. Master John had suggested he would stop paddling me as soon as one of my friends guessed the number he was thinking and I was crying and laughing at everyone in the room. You don't understand Sir they are not going to try. Never do they ever get to see Mistress Cassidy V Cream in a compromised, this person won't bend a rule for me position. And Dahlia and Dez, did I mention his sign? He totes means it, he is never going to stop. He is going to charge the red cape and hit my red ass until the end of time if one of you don't guess right. And it was right about then, if memory serves me, that Dahlia said something like: Oh hey while she's already in trouble, could you help me with something? For real, blind panic and terror. What is she going to ask him? Is she going to tell him what a cunt I am some mornings when it takes too long to get breakfast? Is she going to tell him about that one time when I <perhaps there's a small rule I may have broken, but I know you'll read this and I have right to not self incriminate Sir> FuckingA my ride or die, most loyal of friends is going to sell me out and watch me squirm. 

And she said, "Make her write in her blog again. She hasn't in months, and I miss it.".

This Could Be the Best Place Yet

But you must overcome your fears. 

I'm not sure on the obscure factor here. Do you know it? 

It is time to pack up Cabin Cassidy Next, and prepare for our next adventure. Tomorrow I'm checking in to a beautiful place a bit further south. Time is such a funny thing, even when I am mindful of slowing down and savoring every moment, which is a challenge for my fast paced nature, still even when I try, it just moves so fast. 

I spent 30 days here. It rained so much. I spent a great quantity of quality time with those we do not discuss in this space. We had delicious meals, deep conversations and much playfulness. And in the time left over, I engaged, created, promoted. In that mode too there was much playfulness. There is no sadness for leaving it behind, I intend for there to be even more of the same at the next stop. 

There was another interview with Nicholas from Your Kinky Friends. Go watch it here: Your Kinky Friends

I approached Nicholas a little bit ago about helping me kick off a new idea, and I announced it during his show. Nicholas is going to give me a hand, he's agreed to be my first guest and this week we're going to add podcast host to our adventure resume. 

There will also be The (virtual) Party of the Season this week. Our most magical friend is celebrating her birthday Wednesday. 

I miss her horrifically but also, can I say again how great it is to live in the future? Can you imagine what this time would be like if we were in our homes alone, and our only confirmation of the state of our long distance friends and family, was via the mail, phone calls at a dollar a minute and news at 6? 

Starting tomorrow I'll be live on OnlyFans at 10p for at least an hour. It may be sexy time, or it may be watch Cassidy re-watch The Magicians, who knows. I'm going to commit to this scheduled time for the next 10 days at new place. We'll see how it goes before I commit to it longer. I suspect many of the 10 broadcasts will be from the over sized, sunken, gorgeous bath in the master suite of the new place, but you'll have to stop in to see. 

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Tits on a Bull, Panic and Other Things without Value

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Your big sister promo'ing you on her adult sites can be ackward

Before this is over I may overshare. 

What? Not you Cass, you're normally so quiet and keep to yourself. 

Did you get your giggles out? Good, let's focus now.

 

For real, good. Everyone seems to have lost their gd mind, laughing should give you a little serotonin boost and your immune system appreciates it.

 

Also for real, there is much I do not share. Mistress Cassidy, Cassidy Cream, they're talkative, excitable, let's just do this already, characters. They are natural extensions of myself, but Denise is much quieter and reserved than her public faces. 

A few weeks ago a chain of events began. I was in a place of if this happens I will do that, and if that happens I will do this. That well describes my approach to life in general. While I talk about and live outside of the main-stream, I do my best to flow with the currents of my stream. So the this-es that happened lead to the decision to put all my worldly possession in storage, pack some gear, some clothes and the precious cargo we do not discuss in adult spaces but everyone knows I have; and follow my bliss while I considered the possibilities.

 

I am so grateful that over the past couple months Dahlia went on this Youtube University kick, and began daily sending me podcasts, Ted talks and assorted interesting clips. Everyone on the internets may have known who Seth Godin was since the dawn of time. I heard him say consider the possibilities like a month ago. It's still fresh in my mind. My mind is a busy place, freshness has a special value. 

How blessed am I to have a friend who vibes at a near match frequency. Who intuits what I will need before I will need it.

 

I choose the filters I see my reality through. There is a filter I could snap on here that would read much differently. It would be a tangled mess, the editing would leave much to be desired and neither of us would enjoy it. 

Now I am a sadist. I'm not terribly concerned about your enjoyment, but I will have mine.

 

Dahlia also re-introduced me to Abraham & Esther Hicks. I jumped out of a plane without a parachute, it'll be over soon. Actually that's so completely inaccurate I am contemplating backspacing it. It doesn't look like a parachute, that's more accurate and I'm totally winging the analogies here.  It doesn't look like a parachute- maybe it is a quick inflate bounce house, maybe it is a raft, or maybe it is a jet pack. Who cares?  If it is a rock it'll be over soon and if I have nothing tangible of value, I know how to duck and roll. 

I really wanted to share the dick hands story, but I couldn't find a smooth transition. Oh well, come back for the next post maybe that's the right spot for it. 

There's a Fet Post  I enjoyed writing you may wish to check out. Again, must be a Fetlife member to read things there. Their rules, not mine.

I've also extended my intro special on https://onlyfans.com/cassidycream I am hardcore in love with OnlyFans. Not just as a creator, I love the concept. I love that I can support creators who are making the erotica I enjoy, and know absolutely they are creating out of passion and joy. The level of access and interaction is brilliant. Do you enjoy porn without a side dish of human trafficking? Buy direct from adult performers and creators. And if you can't tell the difference between someone who loves what they are engaged in and someone who doesn't, I bet there's a video on Youtube University that can explain it to you. I don't have time to explain how pupils dilate, and blood flow increases, I have to decide where my bliss is calling me to follow and I must pack.     

I am uploading daily to my OnlyFans while on this adventure. For weeks I had been saying, if only I had the peace & quiet to really focus on Only Fans. Sorry, I didn't know this is how the universe would deliver my wishes, but it does always deliver. 

With Yellow Feathers in Her Hair

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All Around the World Statues Crumble for Me

Have I ever shared how much I appreciate when one is just a little bit over the line between arrogant and confident? Yes, a toe into the arrogant zone, maybe a whole leg. Listen sincere confidence is hard sometimes. Sometimes one does have to fake it, or at least that's been my experience. If someone appears truly confident, a socially acceptable level, I'm like I don't know if I can roll with you. What if it really is 100% sincere?  If I catch you acting a little arrogant, just a little, then I know you have something, I may not know the specific thing, but ya flashed your cards a little, and now I know there's something you're not so confident about. I love a contradiction, and I know I have said that here before.

I had plans. I had plans to go to Vegas. Said that here back in December when I was so very confident it was a done deal. Wasn't a paid deal, but hey little bravado and suddenly the universe is manifesting your every wish. Or at least that's been my experience.

I had plans to go to the art museum. Mandatory vanilla day, right? Were we Insta friends? You've

seen me post about Mandatory vanilla day. No one sent the memo to the intended museum that Monday's are the best day of the week.

See, I need an assistant. Because also, Mistress Cassidy didn't bother to check the museum's website for their posted hours.

Whatever, found a way cool new-to-me playground and that's as cool as an art museum on mandatory vanilla day. And I heard Sugar Ray, who at 20-something I thought was just way too arrogant but at 47, I'm like ya I hear you.

The event I wished to attend in Vegas was cancelled the night before. The universe grants my every wish, except when it would be best for me if it doesn't.

I have new plans. Hold your breath. I'm going to master this thing called patience because I am so fucking over the pop quizzes.

Travel plans will be posted when the tickets are in my inbox or maybe when we're in the air.

Want to Come on Adventures with Me?

There's an episode of Beavis and Butthead where they are capping on Madonna's video for the song Secret. They say something about how she could be anyone's white haired granny. Then both acknowledge that they'd still do her. Later Butthead remarks on how Madonna is always masturbating in her videos. Beavis replies he always masturbates when Madonna's videos are on too. To which Butthead says, but she's doing Madonna when she masturbates.
Madonna was 36 when Secret was released in 1994.

Next Sunday, November 24th, Mistress Cassidy will be celebrating forty-seven revolutions around the sun. When I touch myself....

Let's recap 46:

• A few hundred hours engaged with clients
• More or less an equal amount of time camming
• Approximately 4 times the combined total of the 1st two items, advertising, screening, setting up and cleaning up for the 1st item. 
• Less than 75 days spent with those I have a personal dynamic with, total
• About 70 nights in hotels
• Six trips to Massachusetts/New England 
• An equal number of trips to states I am not at liberty to disclose 
• dozens of munches and small venue demo events
• 2 conventions
• 4 party or club events 
• Hosted 3 parties

If we compared 46 to 45, most would stay the same but the parties would rise dramatically. I believe I was the dungeon Mistress for around 30 parties in 2018. 

I miss dancing at parties. I miss having dozens of fresh bodies under Dreamer and Dancer. Thirty is too many, 3 is too few. Twelve work-cations is about the right number, but half to the same destination is not. 

Happiness lies in your own hands...

The decision to take a sabbatical from professional sessions is part of my ever fine-tuning to bring my reality more perfectly inline with being everything I wish it to be. 

My 47th year will include a trip to Las Vegas, and another to Orlando. Did you know that Iceland has one of the only Toys R Us that didn't go out of business? How about that there is some tourist trap in Punta Cana that is the "Home of Sponge Bob"? Thanks to YouTube, a little person reminds me of these facts a couple hundred times a day. Those trips are really more apt to happen in 2021, but sketching them out has begun. 

I will be hosting parties again, locally and out of state. 

I intend to prepare for my Reiki master attunement. I wish to learn more about Tantric massage.  

I wish to explore the depths of my dynamics. I will engage with submissives who truly wish to serve. I will indulge in the activities I enjoy, and give exactly no fucks about how my exhibitionism or my submission to my top impacts my brand.

Do you want to come with me? I want you to come with me. Cue Hed PE, I want you to cum for me, just cum for me...

Seriously though there are ways you can be part of this, and I do want you to be a part of this. 

You can follow my platforms. You are suppose to be following my platforms already. Listen though, this is important. You really need to follow me on multiple platforms, all of them if you can. Instagram, Facebook and Snapchat have all announced new guidelines aimed at harming the businesses of those of us who work in the adult industry. I will likely tackle this subject in an entry soon, but I am not dragging out that soapbox tonight.  Please follow multiple platforms because on a whim, at any time, IG, FB and SC can opt to disappear my account. My content will be lost, my connections, fans and anyone I network with through that platform will be gone if I don't have those things duplicated, triplicated, written in ink on the inside of my binder like this is the stone ages. My understanding is that even promoting this blog on my personal Facebook account puts that account at risk. 

Fetlife isn't any more stable than the vanilla platforms. The guidelines for professionals on Fetlife have never been fully welcoming, FL could opt to tighten them at any time.

Do you enjoy the stories I share? Want to hear more? What if I promised to tell you what my top growled in my ear the last time we were playing? I bite my lip whenever I remember the moment.
Do you like the photos I share? Want to see more? 

I am exhibitionist. I am also just a little uptight. Protocol, manners, and etiquette matter to me. Not being vulgar, not being inappropriate matters to me. I want you to watch. I want you to lean in close even. But I will not be posting the video of me gagging on....see, I'm not going to finish that sentence. You know where it was going. I am not sharing that video just any place. It's not going to be lost among the never ending clicks of next on Pornhub. It is not going to be blasted on adult Twitter. My videos will never be the reason that some mom is mortified when she hands off her phone to do nanny duty and a little vanilla person opens the wrong app.
I think Megadeth should pen another stanza to Peace Sells. What do you mean I don't follow community standards? 

Do you want to watch it though? Ask nicely, I'll send you an invitation. Maybe a front row seat.
  

You want to see want to see how Mistress Cassidy plays in private? Do you want to follow me to Vegas? Aqua's going with that heart-shaped, Kevlar ass of hers. Mistress Dahlia, oh my- Mistress Dahlia and all the magic she is will be in Vegas.

Do you want to see the morning pictures I send to my top every day? Hear how we engage in the time in between in-person time?

Should my travels bring me to your area, do you hope to meet me?
Want to come to my events for a special rate?

When you finally work up the nerve to approach me about the possibility of serving me, do you want me to even entertain the possibility?

Go on, try to tell me that none of that made your panties a little damp. Then when we're done being fibbers, watch for the link.

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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. 

I Love Living in the Future

This is another of those entries that have been on the idea board for some time. I have decided it will be in two parts. The second will share my thoughts on how to have a successful long distant dynamic.  The title came to me like 2 months ago. I was in my bed early after a very busy day, but I still had to tend my nutritional needs. I placed my second order ever with Uber Eats, and realized I didn't even have to get up to grab my purse because my card info was stored in my phone. Spontaneously, and with absolute sincerity, the title burst from my mouth. It may have included an F-bomb. That's it Cassidy, skip turning into your mother and go directly to channeling your grandmother. Gather the TNG'ers around and teach them of the hardships of life back in the stone age. When a lazy dinner meant having to call the pizza place on the telephone, that may have been wired to a wall in a room other than your bedroom, and how you had to have paper money in your wallet when the driver arrived.

Then tell them about your first long distance relationships. When to keep in touch meant paying $99 a month, in addition to your base rate, for 1 hour of talk time. If I recall correctly it was $1.00 per minute after the first 60. Or one could put pen to paper, proclaim their devotion and share the minutia of their day in words. For a mere 25 cents the postal service would take up to an ounce of your words to your beloved anywhere, rain or shine. Of course it would be a week later that your beloved would hear your words. I did love writing to my long distance partners and I still do. Thoughts shared on paper will always hold a special place for me, I love words. My long distance partners of long ago, were often a bit quieter on paper. In my first long distance relationships, mismatched budgets, schedules and inclination to express one's self on paper sometimes left me questioning if my partner so far away thought of me as often as I thought of them.

Yet the people I shared those relationships with are, in varying capacities, still in my life today. It seems to me now that a person who would invest even a couple words via a call or card, when there is little to no irl time, valued any and all time spent together. 

All of the words above have been written a half a dozen times. This is the spot where I realize the post is going to go all Dear Diary if I continue to revisit thoughts of people on Memory Lane, and that is not where I am intending to go today.

Today I intend to talk about now. I intend to talk about the amazing, complex, long distance dynamics I have now, and how they are enhanced by the distance that separates us. 

Let's start with recognizing the word that is pluralized. Dynamics. I suppose this may have been an option for some people 20+ years ago. Incredibly progressive, bold people, who were able to find other like minded partners without the help of the internet. While I have always been quite bold and progressive, finding like minded partners was not a thing I was able to do as a young adult. I once tried diligently to explain to my Texas boyfriend that it was perfectly reasonable I should also have a Massachusetts boyfriend. Both my Texas and Massachusetts best friends agreed with Texas boyfriend that I was completely unreasonable. Today my top understands my needs, and encourages anything that is best for me. My muse and partner supports my other dynamics. She brings my pet to scene  and vanilla events so my sub knows she is not forgotten in my absence. My partner's primary partner teases me, in ways I love, with video chats during their play time. Not only would I literally not know these people I love if not for meeting them through virtual channels first, none of us would have the support to explore these alternative paths if not for having digital communities to share with and learn from. 

Of course I would like to spend more time in person with these people I love, but I recognize there would be many trade-offs. From a distance, my pet appreciates the minutes I carve from my day to share with her. How neglected would she feel if I were down the street but still only had minutes in a day for her? Those minutes are just as scarce in my life no matter where I am. My partner is a dominant, take-charge woman. From a distance, when we share ideas for managing our vanilla responsibilities and our professional lives, it is helpful. If we were sharing a home, she may not understand that there is actually only one way to fold a towel correctly. My top has a schedule as full and as variable as my own. I have no desire to neglect or feel neglected. At this time, these relationships occupy precisely the right amount of space. The time I spend virtually and in person with each is special, valued, and magical.  

Sometimes It Doesn't Snow in April

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Pace Yourself

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All Good Things Happen in Threes

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Gifts, Blessings and Delight

How blessed am I to know such suffering.
I've added so many mantras in the last year. Gifts largely given by my top, and some from my partner/muse/soulmate, Mistress Dahlia. The above is one of hers. We are not of the favor tallying style of friends, but I owe her a thing for that. Give me a minute, when the moment is right, I promise I will deliver.
Pain, suffering, regret; that chapter has closed.
Blessed, without limits and never ending.
The universe delights when I receive the gifts it bestows upon me.
That gem I found on my own. It is a summary of thing I wrote here months ago.
Let this chapter, and all those to come, focus on the many blessings and gifts the universe bestows.
I have a new sub. Well, no, not quite yet. You thought I was talking about Livy, again. Rest assured I will be talking about Livy again, probably before I wrap this up. What I meant to say is I met a new sub. I meet new-to-me submissives often, why is this one of note? He contacted me months ago. He was ever so slightly outside of my travel zone, and his kink, is pretty far outside of my comfort zone.  Let me clarify that statement. Remember when I talked about what limits have remained constant and which fell away when I pushed on them? I talked about how hard it was for me to explore degradation, specifically homophobic based degradation. Yet, when I embraced my discomfort, when I recognized that this is what some of my subs need, it has become a form of play that I love. It is still challenging for me, I suspect it always will be. There are times when being comfortable is a needed respite, but excitement, adventure, exhilaration are not synonyms of comfort. So for clarity, his kink does not violate my moral compass, it is not bizarre or abnormal; it is simply not a thing I have experience with, and outside of my comfort zone. It is actually a thing I began getting many requests for a few months back. A dozen or more texts were responded to with, "Thank you for the inquiry, but Mistress Cassidy does not offer that scene. Best wishes finding the right match for you.".   I have no idea what this sub said differently. How he caught my attention enough that I opted to respond with more than my polite but curt standard reply. He did though, and I did. And from that chance encounter, a whole new chapter is unfolding.
Just outside of my travel zone. I love Richmond. It is a vibrant community. I have an established network of friends and contacts that support everything that matters to me in the vanilla world. Art, culture, a thriving poly community, things we do not discuss in my adult themed blog, all of that is in Richmond. What isn't there? My clients. Oh they're there, somewhere. I know they are, but getting settled took longer than I allotted. Networking a new area, while maintaining my client base in New England, and juggling my vanilla life; I said it recently, it just isn't sustainable. Know what else I love? The beach. Virginia beach specifically. When I lived in Richmond before, the 2 hour drive to the ocean was my only complaint. Last Wednesday I signed a lease on a gorgeous apartment, approximately 10 minutes from the ocean. I'm on the side of the bridge (and traffic ) that equals Richmond is just over an hour away. I feel so strongly that this space is the most perfect spot where my professional and my private life needs will be best met.
Does a butterfly remember when it was a caterpillar? Does it carry the experience of turning to goo forever? If it must, if that is how the universe works, then I hope it also knows that it does not, that it actually can not, ever experience it again.

While I am all unpacked, my ocd does not abide by living in boxes,  I am still settling in to my new routine and new space. I am once again in the first days of quitting smoking. How many times we fall doesn't matter, as long as we get up one time more than that. My schedule will be posted on Monday, but I am beginning to pencil in next week now. Feel free to inquire if you are hoping to see me soon. Chaturbate may or may not happen this weekend. You know where the announcements will be made it if it does.
Also note, I have not cancelled the Why Bee Normal giveaway. Just pinned it for when I am settled.

It is Still Monday

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