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NO SAFE WORDS…
After admitting to not using safe words on one of my blog posts I’ve received over 20 emails asking about that. They range from polite inquiries all the way to: “Bitch you fucking suck! “ (I do suck on occasion. Pattie loves it when I do.)
Any way, let me start off by saying:
I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL DOMME!
A professional Domme runs a business. A business is about a contract. You give the Domme money, and she gives you precisely what you asked for, observing whatever limits are agreed upon, and for a specific amount of time. Once it’s over, it’s over.
Running a business is about risks and liability. The professional Dominatrix must protect herself from lawsuits, and that includes things like having the client sign paperwork that absolves the Dominatrix of blame for mental or physical injury. The smart professional Domme also uses things like safe words. A word that can be used by the client to instantly stop the scene.
All-in-all, the experience of a professional Dominatrix could be likened to a three hour car ride in a very populated region. There are plenty of places to stop if you want to get something to eat, drink, or go to the bathroom.
I am however, a ‘Lifestyle Domme.” I live Femdom. I am all about relationships. One where I am in charge, and I dominate another. I choose to live this way, because it pleases me, and it’s just plain, fucking hot! If I were to invite you over for a weekend, and you asked me what we were going to do, I would tell you that it’s none of your business. If you asked if I intended to cause you pain, I would say most defiantly! The only thing I would promise is that I would not permanently injure you. Other than that, I make no bargain, no deals. I want you in the dark, and I intend to keep you there. Your safe word is what you say when I invite you over.
If you say…”Uhhhh, I…I don’t think so.” Then you’re safe. See how easy that was? ….But! If you come over to my house, then your sweet ass is mine for the fucking duration.
So think of a session with me not so much as a car ride, but an international flight. We don’t stop, and we can’t land in the ocean. If your ass gets tired from sitting too much, or you don’t like the food, or the person you’re sitting next to? Too bad. The plane doesn’t stop because you’re a whining bitch, and you will eat what is served to you, or go hungry. And since I’m the captain of this flight, you will damn sure adhere to my rules.
I hope that clears things up.
-Lillith
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