| I love meeting a new group of BDSM folks, `specially when they have never seen me “Top”, or play someone. I admit it, I enjoy, and work for the moment when I hear the crowd gasp, as my cane whistles through the air, and lands with a snap, across a quivering bottom.
I can almost read their minds … what happened to that sweet lil ole lady, who was just serving coffee 10 minutes ago? Well Friends, there’s just something about a rattan cane, that shoots me to Top Space and allows me to use a submissive, as we both desire - with layers of delicious pain. There have been times when using my cane I’ve seen subbies hide their heads, or run for band aids - and for the rest of the evening, glance at me in fear- then stare down at their feet. The brave ones ask permission to touch the welts left behind from one of the most evil tools of the trade, and one that was the most difficult to learn - without causing lasting damage. Thankfully, the bottom I love using it on most, can take the pain - just because it gets me HOT. And that dear readers, is the REAL reason a sub takes all that pain - to please and tantalize the Fem Dom. |
