Picture 1. I hate Burkas but I love volleyball - less burkas and more volleyball in Hyde Park I say! And no I am not a spy or an arab. Truth be told I am of black and white heritage; Caribbean and English; I am firstly always English though by heritage and nationality and I am certainly NOT exotic despite my love of communistic sports.
On moving to London some 9 years ago I became fascinated with the Mistress scene and found my true calling - then of course it (the scene) was far more underground and I quickly found that my way was to take on long term projects - despite this I launched myself as a Pro Mistress as I wanted to not only take part but be part of the great movement before me - a sanctuary let us say, for more the alpha female; not lesbian, not a man hater but a female who was born to compete with men and be pleased and comfortable in the winning.
Picture 2. Some of my accomplishments so far.
Over the years I have sessioned, yes, once moved in with a captive for almost two months, and suchlike but as aforementioned I was made for long term projects - it was where I was able to exercise my (seemingly) faults as a being, at their best: my lack of empathy, my ability to perform, to create façades, mimic and lie with ease, my expression of that innate aggression and an ability to laugh at others' attempts at it when called for; not forgetting my penchant for thrills which would in turn thrill others. I could talk here about them but Ive neither the time or the inclination. Picture 3. below illustrates my inclination and possibly the cherry shortage of 2008 - thank you Sardax!
I named them though - those long term projects and once I had them I used them as one may say - just as they used me in some ways. Each had their own distinct qualities but all had to have some chemistry - the rare male submissive gene, no! genome is a better term - for conditioning and outside influence must play a part sometime somewhere and one must be hopeful that one day the world, well the West at least, will see the right order - that of Female rule.
All these years though I was alone. I was impossible to live with as deemed by myself and those who knew me - and I was happy alone until I realised I may like someone by my side for once in my life - I think it came to me after binge watching Spartacus seasons 1 - 3. My one long termer had proposed over the years but when I riposted he just couldn't do it - because? Well at least he felt bad and so therefore paid for it - the other - B was attached - I was not interested in disrupting his other life and he was as the former was - a safe sort with wild but unrealisable dreams. So I met a German (he drinking a beer in his working mans clothes) in a spätkauf last October - a spätkauf is the equivalent of a corner shop for those of you who do not know - and it was there - not in TG or on alt.com or in Raffles or Slimelight, that dreadful Sugardaddie site or my kickboxing class or indeed through Sadie; that she indeed met her demise.
So, disappointingly my last post just as all my other posts has remained rather tame but at least true; considering all the filth I could have written about.
Lastly, I hope the Mistress scene remains forever a sincere one; I hope those spangly "model" types and the such leave off the latex (for would they ever know a crop from a crap?) and let the oddballs and old gals' do what is needed and always correct.
And really lastly I should just like to mention all the Mistresses I've known, met or spoken to over the years - always noble and gracious - Mistress Demonic RIP, Princess Spider, Madame Caramel, Mistress Absolute, Miss Davenshaw, Luna, Mistress Alexandra, Mistress Octavia and a special thank you to Lady Seductress; and all those Ive admired from afar whilst cruising the web.
Long live Femdomme!
The Former, Mistress Sadie Of London