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DiannaVesta -> RE: Question...question. (4/13/2007 5:45:55 AM)
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You received wonderful advice from some awesome women in the scene already.
I came out publicly back in the late 80’s early 90’s. There were not any clubs then but there was a local underground scene and many private parties. In these circles femdoms, lol- you know the queen stately types such as I, were looked upon questionably. I never was really into leather and preferred velvet gowns, long cigarette holders, more of the glam fetish scene. I didn’t hang whips from my belt or any of that. So when I came onto the scene many referred to me as a “Barbie Doll Domina” and I just wasn’t taken seriously.
I did make up my mind when I was 14 years old that I was never going to follow the herd, so to speak and that I was going to follow my heart. I was born dominant and born a Goddess. Believe it or not I knew this back then I just didn’t know why or how yet.
Ok, so I go to this party with several slaves of mine. Both I was intimately involved with. Out on the deck my slave was kneeling at my feet, I lifted him by his chin and then kissed him deeply. I was feeling good and a little horny. Afterwards a woman that worked at a place I did some writing for tells me that I should never kiss my slave like that in public. That it sends the wrong message. I was floored and actually defiant. I brought him into the dungeon, hung him up from suspension cuffs (wrist) and began a very passionate whipping scene. I pull my chain mail top off with breast exposed IN PUBLIC as people gathered around. I pushed my body into him, kissed him deeply and whipped him to welts. I grabbed his cock, smothered him with my breast, kissed, rubbed, whipped. When I was done with him I released him and then pissed all over his face and mouth. Every single person at that party now watched.
I then took my own whip and walked over to a couple I know and trust. I handed my whip to this man and asked him to whip me. His slave strung me up and he whipped me. I had never been whipped before but he whipped me to welts and his slave placed a vibrator on my clit. I orgasm so hard, screamed so loud that I couldn’t hardly speak.
You should have seen everyone gasping and freaking out. I could hear people saying, “I knew she really wasn’t dominant.”
I am not submissive. I handed him the whip as an act of liberation. A ritual to empower myself. The intensity of those moments certainly did stimulate me but I also needed/wanted to prove that a woman, be she dominant or otherwise, should take pleasure as she sees fit. THAT is the essence of female domination.
You know what? I didn’t care. I knew who I was and I also knew that my power was within in me and not the façade I showed the world. I went on to be a very well known lifestyle Domina not only as a professional dominatrix but writer, speaker and more. I never for once followed any protocol except what Ms Kat already articulated “being a good human being” , taking responsibly for my actions and always projecting my dominance constructively.
Good luck to you. You are surrounded by much knowledge and support.
Dianna Vesta
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