My journey over the last twelve months began with much quiet introspection as I packed up the pieces I had accumulated from the last long arduous road I'd traversed and cleansed my mind, body, and soul in preparation for my new path. I didn't rush myself. I took the time to recover. I let go of my pain and my anger, so that my next steps would be sure, precise, and confident in 2017.
I have been soooooo blessed this year. Every step has been met with overall positive experiences. Of course I've occasionally stepped in muck or stumbled or needed to climb an obstacle in the road or found myself shoo'ing away a skunk, but none of those moments have taken away from all that I've learned and experienced or the AMAZING people I've met and grown fond of on my journey. The people...they have been the richest most rewarding aspect, and I am grateful for every moment they have shared with me. However, it is time to pause for a moment and take stock of how far I've come and assess where I hope to go moving forward.
In the last eight months my thoughts and views have been challenged in all that I've seen, experienced, considered, and discussed. I've grown in many ways, but one realization sticks out firmly. I had naively always hoped to share every deliciously kinky delightful thing with One. Ha! What a fucking tremendous burden to put on a single Man, especially one I love, respect, and cherish.
The fact is...there is just TOO much deliciously kinky delightful shit to do for ANY one person to be well-versed in let alone to Master. SMH...what a silly foolish belief. If I only has very narrow interests, sure...it's possible to find a single giver. However, my interests are pretty diverse and seem to be evolving considerably. I get it, understand, and accept that going forward I will likely have many different relationships or even respected experts who guide me through various BDSM-centric experiences.
- My Owner will not be the one who kneels before Me in gratitude.
- Who trains and tests my masochist will likely not be who introduces me to fire play.
- Who leads me on my journey in bondage will not be the one who accepts My crop's fiery kisses.
- A frequent lover may not be my Owner.
- My PHENOMENAL Sherpa will not be my well-sated lover.
- The One who uses my whore viciously will not be who begs Me to cum.
- Those who teach me how to swing a cane, throw a dragontail, enhance my flogging, where to buy a great leather strap likely will not get the pleasure of my greedy demanding holes.
- Who humiliates, degrades, and objectifies my slut will not be the play partner tied and at My mercy.
- The Master who sparks my submission will not be the one who sparks the cruelty of My Sadistic Ice Bitch.
My journey will only become more complex as it becomes more rewarding and broad. Yet despite all of the roles that I and others may play, I'm still as always an extremely selective bitch, and my basic principles are still very much in place.
- Embrace the cold hard edge of truth. Without that I am blind.
- Maintain my hard limits for any type of personal relationships. Trust, respect, and honor remain my overarching criteria for those I interact with on the most intimate of levels.
- Remain true to self and be willing to evolve and grow as needed, even when it is difficult.
- Remain open to positive opportunities, potential, and learning.
- Do not repeat past mistakes. If I'm gonna fuck up let it be in a different way completely. However, do not make PTSD decisions. They past should not define me or my future.
- Trust my instincts. (Thank you, Sherpa.)
- Seize the fucking moment. Time is never promised to anyone.
A year ago, I was letting go of everything I thought my life would be. Now, I'm wondering just how much more amazing exciting wonderful things I can accomplish and experience in the NEXT 12 months. May my 4th year in the fabulous fucking city be even better than the last!
Now fuck all this talkie-talkie. Let's do this. Hehehe
~with much love & mischief~
~DominaKat ;-)
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