Fem Dom Calls

Darlings,

I thought you might indulge me a moment or two of personal observation and expression.  I’ve been thinking more and more about power … the exchange of it … the taste of it, so sweet on my lips as I kiss the tears away from a slave’s face as I continue to invade their souls as much as their minds and bodies.  The power that comes from being a Dominant Woman … Come and explore with me, won’t you?

The first thing most of you have noticed is that I am a Dominant by trade.  Several years ago I had the opportunity to take my personal passion and turn it into a career that would enable me to reach out to others that have the same urges but, perhaps, not the same opportunities as I have had in the past to express them.  However, something that makes me unique is that I’m also dominant by nature. This makes me somewhat unique in that while I do have a passion for my career, it’s also my day to day life.  I am a Mistress, personally as well as professionally.

Many people will ask, “Well, what’s the truth of a D/s lifestyle?  What’s the real meaning of it all?”  The answer is that there is no one “true” D/s experience.  There isn’t a cookie cutter pattern that we can all follow to find “real” D/s.  Each experience, each journey into the lifestyle is subject to the same pitfalls and excitement of any relationship … it’s just more emotional for those of us in D/s because of the depth of our commitments.  D/s is like a marriage that lasts an eternity … there is truth in each action that you perform … a baring of the soul that exposes the inner heart moreso than with other relationships.  It’s like a dance, with one partner taking the lead to provide guidance and rhythm for the entirety of the experience.  The dance itself is movement … fluidity … without the need for words to be spoken between the two, they seem to connect on a level that exists beyond a typical encounter.  And when there are no words, you communicate using touch … and sight.  A simple look, exchanged between a Mistress and her slave can speak louder then any verbalization … pleasure and disappointment … praise or disgust.  This is the realm where power exists … the realm where you can find yourself in the freedom of being consumed, to taste the delicious and heady aroma of power.