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yourMissTress -> RE: Perceptions (9/25/2008 7:30:59 PM)
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ORIGINAL: DefinitivelyDom
Perceptions.
Initial impressions that are hard to change.
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When I turned around to join in?, I was BAM!, face to face with 3 little subbie girls.
They were looking at Me like they saw a ghost they couldn’t believe seeing.
One of them stepped up and exclaimed?,
"You’re real!, aren’t You?"
Looking at Me in awe like I was the 1st one that they’ve ever been in front of.
I had not said a word up to that point.
They had no way, other than My presence, to make such a determination.
Well her Dom, and the other 2 subbies Doms?, over-heard that statement she made, immediately approached and grabbed each of their respective girls only to haul them out of the room never to be seen again for the rest of the evening.
They were shamed by what was the subliminal insinuation that they were not real.
Their actions proved them not to be real.
Yet I learned that they were considered to be 3 of the most reputable Dominants in the area.
And I just popped their balloons without having said one word.
The host sat back watching all of this with a great big laugh and chuckle.
He knew who I was.
It’s that kind of constant hypocrisy that is presented at these lifestyle social events that have kept Me away.
Word has it that they have never returned to that group.
Nor have I.
I present Myself with a specific intentions...
Those who could relate to My intent are not found on the shelves at Walmart.
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My abilities, and experience in this lifestyle had been learned, and gained, in a more exclusive underground environment.
It was about sharing the same ideals, interests, and intents.
It was about sharing different skill sets, abilities, and strengths.
We had a Shibari guy.
We had a guy who pushed the taboos.
We had a guy who liked his machines, and tools.
And I was the mindfuck who coordinated, and directed the scenes to be lived out at any gathering we shared.
The ’Master’mind. The Engineer.
It wasn’t about building, posing, or posturing images and personas in an effort to get noticed.
I was so naturally Dominant that I wasn’t even aware of it.
A calm confidence.
Charisma, Charm, and My ability to say what I felt.
Even if it wasn’t so nice.
I learned.
Within 3yrs. My Mentor Titled Me as a "Master".
He made Me understand that I had an ability that he never had, nor ever will.
I had that Charisma.
That Charm.
That Integrity.
That ability to intrigue them with a look, while frightening them with the same look.
The ability to draw them in with an intoxicating presence.
I’ve watched girls knees buckle as soon as they enter My personal space.
I’ve seen their words stumble, and mumble, because of hot flashes in their head.
I’ve seen them look at their shoes in self shame when their eyes locked onto mine in a way that we both knew I could make them do anything I wanted them to, and that they’d love every minute of it.
I saw those same eyes rise as I lifted their faces by their chins with My index finger.
When their eyes again connected with Mine?
It was with a plea to do whatever I wanted to them.
It was a plea to make them do what they had only imagined, and fantacized about up to that point.
That’s My Perception.
It will not change.
Sigh...I have only this to say...see my sig line.
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