Most of you know me as a developmental, protective, sensual Domme. Control through guidance and inspiration, not humiliation, is my natural default in daily work and life. What you may not know is that there’s a hidden leather bitch who comes out to play on rare occasions, aroused by certain people and circumstances.
The most recent of these occasions was in San Francisco at the Academy of SM Arts Dominatrix Training 3-Day Pro Intensive in October. I’ve attended many educational activities and conferences since 2001, but have never experienced so much meaningful professional development in one place. It was a privilege to learn from Dommes extraordinaire Cleo Dubois, Eve Minax, and Selena Raven; their volunteer bottoms; and my seven co-learners, who included a sleek blonde European Mistress, a devilish Midwestern girl next door, a dynamic young New Yorker, a long-time lifestyle player, and three other equally diverse and beautiful dominant women.
For our final scene on the last night, I became inspired by a masochistic bottom in a mummification bag and abruptly abandoned my slut training plans. Instead, I jumped onto the table and sat on his chest for some up-close CBT. Raw primal energy flowed from a place deep within as I disinterred him and continued to let loose. Nails. Teeth. Growling. Rope. Implements. Screams. Then I was spent, drenched in sweat. So was he. It was cathartic.
Sadism isn’t my set point, and I can’t flip that switch at will. But when it erupts… oh, my.
This trip was generously sponsored by P1, my free range pet, for whom handsome rewards are in store. He’s months overdue for some immobilization and sensory escape himself, but has been excused for good reasons. While my patient, benevolent Goddess self has prevailed during this time, make no mistake, boy: the sadist waits quietly within.