And I know the night is fading, and I know that time's gonna fly

 Writing without vaping is a bit more challenging than I expected. Well to be honest, I never really expected to be writing without vaping, so my expectations were skewed accordingly. Yet here we are. I've lost count of how long it has been. I am pretty certain it has been over 100 days now. Please note, when I say it is a challenge, I am not sure that's the best word for it. When I quit smoking cigarettes, I experienced moments of depression so intense that I felt unsafe. Writing without a vape feels like when a gnat is flying around you at the beach. It's not causing you any harm at all, but you can't seem to just not notice it even though you're at the beach, otherwise having a wonderful time. I am very aware that I am typing and that there isn't a cloud of strawberry scented vapor over my head. I'm not sad about it, not even stressed, I just can't seem to ignore that I am aware of it. 

Someone asked me recently how I quit smoking. I spared them the minutia. We all know the tools that are available, if you really want to a soup can will work as well as a hammer. The only part that matters is the part where you really want to. I quit because the version of me that lived in my top's imagination was somehow cooler than who I imagined myself to be. No easy feat, I think I'm the bees' knees. 

The other day I stumbled across some angry posts about the realness of porn. I don't wish to be shown more angry posts debating the realness of porn so I didn't engage. But of course, I have opinions, and it's your lucky day.   

In the quibbling twittering I eavesdropped on, the OP remarked that porn is fake. To which another little bird said that that's why they like amateur porn. Then many little blue birds chirped that amateur porn is fake too. If the scene when Alan Rickman plumets to his death makes me wet, does that mean Die Hard is porn and not a Christmas movie? 

I don't know why realness would be a component of factoring quality or value. And if it is to be a factor, what do you even mean when you say real? I have never heard of a porn star using a stunt pussy. I mean I make amateur movies, perhaps on big budget sets that's the norm, what do I know. I have heard people devalue porn because it doesn't showcase how people really have sex. I suppose that's pretty accurate. Lights off, wrapped in blankets and thrusting may or may not feel good but it definitely isn't visually stimulating. 

I think amateur porn, like any commercial art, is some imprecise ratio of this is what I enjoy creating, this is what I imagine my audience wants to consume, and I hope it pays the bills. 

I was curled up on and around my top. He had just paddled my feet, at my request, on camera.  I was crying hard. I was professing my love, confessing my fears; an uninitiated observer may have thought I was intoxicated. My top was stroking my hair, rubbing my back, I heard his light bulb spark and then he said this is what we should be recording, and he turned my camera back on. Then he started <censored> while reminding me to look at the camera. 

Our angry twittering friends probably have never had sexy time that looked or felt like this. Perhaps one can't miss what they have never had, and it's all for the best. But never have I ever faked an O or lived a life that wasn't authentic. 

No One Else in the Whole Universe will ever Compare

For in the distance, 12 souls from now, 

you and me will still be here

I saw an article recently, it read: blah-blah-blah, legends New Edition to do something. What? Ronnie, Bobbie, Ricky and Mike, weren't we sorting out if you like the girl like just last weekend? Legends? Decades, not years, have to pass before one can be declared a legend, right? 

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. 

Pop by Fetlife @MistressCassidy, if I am attending a fetish event it'll be noted there. 

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I See You Under the Midnight

All shackles and bows 

I'm a Sagittarius, we travel.  Like not we save all year, then spend a week with a mouse in February. Once when I was in high school I realized I would have $20 left over after filling the tank in my banana yellow Monte Carlo, so I went to the Cape instead of class. And listen Linda, 30+ years later, the memory of that trip reminds me what a badass I have always been. It soothes me when I feel restless. Yes, I actually agree, one does need algebra as an adult. But not nearly as much as you'll need a memory that tells you, just do the thing, and trust it will work out. 

A few weeks ago my plans to see my top had to be cancelled. I backspaced a novel in this space, <right here>.  It read something about anger being a mask we use to cover sadness. But also, fuck that emo noise.  

So I gathered up half my investments in my immortality, and we jetted to the mountains for 2 days. It was four days before we reached novelty saturation, and then we returned home.  

 My top is not a Sagittarius, but his travel calendar puts mine to shame. When I cancelled we tried to synchronize our Swatches. I have this holiday thing, he has that work thing, this day doesn't work, that weekend is full. It seemed it would be at least a month before we could try again. Out loud I said, that works Sir. Before I could stop myself, my inner voice said, we are not agreeing to that, fuck that, now, I want to see him now. A week later, he said I'll be in xxxxxxx tomorrow. Fiona and I were tucking in to a beautiful hotel in xxxxxxx that evening. 

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Take a Good Look at It

Look at it now
Might be the last time
You have a go round
That was a song Tabitha and I use to trade. It was on her play list. Pretender's Brass in Pocket, was on mine. Mostly we shared Nine Inch Nail's Closer during our set together. But if I wanted a thing from her, I'd offer up Chrissie (my life-long celeb girl crush btw) and if she wanted to borrow something of mine, she'd offer the crazy, sexy, cool trio.
Go on, try not to slide out of your panties while swaying your hips to
I'm feeling quite sexy 
and I want you for tonight
The subtle for is everything. If it was, I want you tonight, it would imply maybe there was another night or maybe there will be another. The for makes it a once in a life time offer. You belong to this night, to my night.
Your panties came off, didn't they?

I tried to find it on YouTube to verify the year, but it seems to not be there. It may be another thing that was lost in the Mandela effect moment that landed me in the time line with the lyrics to Let's Go Crazy being wrong. Small price to pay for everything else being so right, you and I both know the lyrics were "...to celebrate this thing called life". Anyway, that's not where I was going. I was going to say Chrissie Hynde appeared on SNL sometime in the 90s in barefeet with a padlock on a chain around her neck, and a then toying with bdsm Cassidy thought, I wonder?
There's nobody else here, no one like me
Also impossible not to lose one's panties while dancing to, totally different beat but really the same vibe.
Sometimes I have a destination in mind when I warm up the keys, typically I don't. Today I don't. I know right? You're totes shocked. I mean, I had an idea it was time for an update.
Update: I am so living my best life and I am filled with the bliss I follow.
And I wanted to indulge my exhibitionism just a bit. Did you see these pictures I took last night?

There's more. So many more. I fucking love them. That one, that's the same one four ways. I love the original that hard I kept trying to make an Insta appropriate version. On the one hand, account #3, who cares? On the other, ya get your hand slapped twice maybe you remember not to put your hand in for a third.
There's such a boldness in both songs. Imagine being that bold, and then...Do you think that ever happened? Come to my door, take off my clothes, and turn on the red light. Do you think that was ever met with, oh tonight's not good for me. I'd love to but...
I am that bold. It happens.
And you keep rolling, bold as brass (in pocket even).
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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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I Don't Mind the Sun Sometimes

The images it shows, 
I can taste you on my lips 
and smell you on my clothes
I take great pride in my self defined boldness, my belief that I am fearless. I love the word fearless. I stay aware that it is a compound word, fear less. Not without fear, but fearing less. And I am, ever more and always, fearless.
Sometimes though, there is just a little. It creeps in, it questions me and asks me if I really mean it. When did you last engage in a thing that really scared you Cass? How bold are ya cuddled up in Cabin Cassidy Next alternating between listening to the rain and this band that must have been named by a high school aged boy?
Cinnamon and sugary 
and softly spoken lies
you'll never know just how you look through other people's eyes  
Seriously the person who penned that can't possibly be the person who named the band, right?
Unless they were. Unless they were like I'm totes over your expectations that I will be profound on a level you can relate to, here have some vulgar, dirty, silly nonsense cuz I am complex and ever more fearless.

I did another interview with Nicholas for Your Kinky Friends Watch it Here  The convo moved quickly, my phone's mic left something to be desired and our conversation after we went off air was as long as the one you'll see there. You may have missed it, or maybe I said it off air, so I am going to be fearless and repeat it. I have big goals for my OnlyFans, for my post covid19 role in the community, and for how I will engage in following my bliss. It starts with turning up the volume.
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There's some new speciality content I've added recently. Some looks like this

thank you sir you make me feel so safe when I am scared

And some looks like this

Well like this, but all together more vulgar, dirty and inappropriate for this space.
You can't tell what it is? Really? Look closer, or go see the rest of the collection.

With Yellow Feathers in Her Hair

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So Much Love for Why Bee Normal

This, by the way, is the sort of thing I most often posted to Instagram.
Actually that's not true. This is what about 50% of my recent posts looked like, I was working on editing older posts. Mistress Danielle recently gave me a private tutorial about creating an IG color palette. Who's Mistress Danielle? Hold your breath and thank Instagram, because now I need to craft a new way to introduce her. She's wicked important, I don't wish her intro to be half-assed.
In older posts you'd find mentions of how Castle Cassidy smelled like apples and cinnamon, and how much I love Mondays.
In my story you would have seen shout-outs for professionals, artists, and indie businesses. When I say cool kids support their friends projects, I practice what I preach. It's a thing that's important to me.
I won't stay angry very much longer. The truth of the matter is I haven't settled back into Insta since the first time I was suspended. My following wasn't anywhere close to what it had been before. The timing was really unfortunate though. 
Ms Pixie and I just launched another collab. Do you remember, we did one last year around Valentine's day too. This is her work:  WhyBeeNormal  She specializes in non-pierced nipple and genital jewelry. She has a half a dozen styles for attaching, from totally comfy rock it under your clothing all day to please sir it's swelling, please don't ever stop.
What? Where am I?
Oh right, Pixie. She's expanded what she offers so much since last year. There's the Story of O anklets like I am rocking above, she's introduced a few items for men, and a new style of labia jewelry that I am so in love with. Wanna see? By the time this posts, if I stay on schedule, there should be a whole collection of photos showcasing them on my OnlyFans.  And probably some like this on Snap and Twitter. See, I totes follow community guidelines.

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