Not so long ago, came one of my slave's that I see often. One that is very eager and follows my trying.
After each and every session he says: "oh, now it's going to be a couple of months.. busy with work, travelling..."
Then I see him in 2 weeks ;)
Yes, I can be addictive.... ver-slavend in Dutch....
I am always in the lead. You might be the head, I'll always be the neck... and heart.
Its the title you ought to deserve.
All of you come with beautifil stories:
"You mustn't play with your food!"
"You can't leave the table until your plate is empty!"
"You can't have dessert."
"Look what you've done!"
Some people think I hate man, and that's why I do what I do. They think they know. Oh, you poor souls. Here is un- lubed truth straight away: What a tragic projection... how damaged you must be. I am sorry things happened to you in which you felt powerless and did not give consent for. But please... try to...
"Bliss happens by the grace of the divine" says one of my favourite tantric teachers, Margot Anand.
By extension I think, as we have a divine element in us we are able to feel the ecstasy and bliss.
Eleborating on this in my head, I cannot help and see in my minds eye the masterwork of Lorenzo Bernini:...
This I felt in every cell of my body: comes from a movie and at the beginning of Master theses of my BDSM mother:
I am showing my beautiful whip
I do not feel the need to explain myself in any way. Not as a woman or professional, nor as a Mistress either. I do feel I the need to address this issue once and for all. And possibly, give you a peak into my world if you need to adjust your short sighted perspective.
Houdt je ontzettend van dienen en poetsen om zo aan jouw Meesteres te bewijzen dat je een lieve, brave, nuttige en aangename toevoeging aan haar leven bent?
Je weet waarvoor een bezem en emmer is? Ben je onderdanig? Schoonmaaken is jouw fetish?
