This blog was inspired by the thoughts and words of a very special person. She put to written word, what others have felt. Hail to the Goddess. This was also inspired by actual recent events.
I don't feel the need to dress the part, wear a name badge or have a flock of subs bowing at my feet to let people know who I am. Where is the rule book that says I should only wear leather and corsets and sexy stilettos?
I appreciate being thought of as adorable, sexy or beautiful. Truly. But why would someone automatically assume that I was someone's sub because I may call him friend? No matter that this friend would like to be lord and master over my person. No matter that that sentiment has been expressed by other people. I do not submit. I am the person other people submit to.
While I completely respect and value my subs and the dedication and trust that said subs place in my care, that is not my role in life. I enjoy dominating and having that control. I love the physical exertion that goes into each session and the instant gratification of seeing the markings, or hearing a sharp intake of breath.
Show me a hand crafted flogger or whip and my first thought is how will it impact on fresh flesh? I walk through any hardware store and think about all the ways I can pervert those seemingly harmless items.
I revere the submissives, because it is through their gift that I can be me. However, (and this is going back to my opening statements), if you took the time to talk to me, you would realize that I do not walk among them. Don't mistake my lack of formal domly attire for a submissive posture. Don't come at me touting your skills as a "Master" and how even though you know I am myself a domme, you are just the person that I would submit to, because of course at 20something, you hold the secrets that more the knowledgeable and experienced doms don't.
For you subs... I respect the need in you to feel wanted. We all want that. But please don't allow the sometimes short-sightedness of some doms, be they male or female, to make you feel less than you are or feel in any way as though you are not worthy of feeling the sting of their lash.
I am the sensually evil domme. You are respected, cared for, revered and wanted. And I will gladly string you up to a cross and whip you and torment you until I am completely satisfied.
