Here's my complaint about the BDSM world. When I was younger, there was only s&m. I refer to dominatrixes as pain or service providers. Not true today. D for domination is the rule. Humiliation, in every way. Physical and verbal.

It's a reversal of pre-feminism when men dominated. Did feminism lead to equality? Not in the BDSM world. Women have assumed the role of men, as men did before feminism.

My thoughts? Abuse is abusive whether it is done by men or women. Submission is bad for self-esteem/the ego. Most submissive are already emotionally fragile.

The belief that powerful men are also submissive is a myth. There are exceptions, but powerful men don't want to give up anything. Do they want to be victimized by financial domination?  They don't want to loss either power ir money.

Consider this. Who wants someone to spit on his face?  Who needs a relationship with someone who wants to rape his wallet?  What man would seek out a woman who would be classified as a bitch?  No sane person would. The goal in life is to be a whole, healthy human being, not to be involved in abusive relationships that rob one of his dignity/are disrespectful and reduce a person to a “pet”.

I pay because I am only interested in service providers only. Most dommes aren't interested.  They want return business.  And then they ramp up the abuse.  Sometimes if I find someone interesting, I'll play-act, but I know that it's only a game … for me. 

My masochistic activities are but a small part of my life. Like having sex. I satisfy my needs whenever the urge arises.

I don't write with bitterness.  I accept the reality of the BDSM world.  But I seek someone who is on the same page with me.  That's what I'm paying for.  And someone who pays should get what he wants, right?

Will I be shunned by the Pro-Domme League of Justice if I state that, for me, the top/bottom dynamic is fun, game playing?

Pay for play, okay?

I L-O-V-E viewing the lesbian domination website Whipped Ass which is aptly describes the action.

Now, the concept behind Whipped Ass. The players sit beside each other in the pre-session stage, and there is a reminder of the rules and mention of limits. The basis of the session is often a scenario. Another reminder that it's a game. But, as expected, the pain is real and erotically intense. The session ends where it began: with a discussion. Smiles and waves to fans, like myself.

In my experience, too many pro-dommes want control throughout the time that the bottom enters their territory. In some cases, my imaginative, thoughtful scenario is trashed. In one instance, I waited outside for entry and never entered. (No name. But let's say that this pro-domme sounds like a valley-girl with a noticeable speech impediment.  Name furnished upon request.) What, of course, this pro-domme didn't consider was the fee which she did not receive since I remained outside her residence, and there was no interaction. No play, no pay. I don't believe that she cared about the financials: She only wanted to be in control.

Are most pro-dommes so selective that they can “afford” to dismiss potential clients? Even someone as respectful as myself in my initial message?

Males beware!! There is an alleged mistress who proposes that she will barter services for who-knows-what. The presence of her company?  She alleges to be a mental health worker, but seems that she should engage in self-analysis.  SERIOUS ... DEEP self-analysis!

 Why am I so critical of the Mistress from Staten Island? Here's the story.  On a few occasions, I checked her photos. Not bad. But enormous rear end, although not as large as her ego.  Should use the name Mistress Heavy Metal. Cute, but cute wears thin after a while.  And the bitterness that she carries will shorten the cuteness factor even more.

Sporadically, pictures show up on "Who's Viewing Me".  It is what it is.  And nothing more than casual interest in some way.  "Admirers" are different.
And, of course, I view many photos. Does that label me a pervert?  It must to Heavy Metal.  Seems that Heavy Metal blocked me!  I swear that I never communicated with her.  Not wasting her time with messages.  And I never thought of her during shower-time.  

Mistress Heavy Metal isn't fantasy material. Doesn't even have that fierce, menacing look. Or a seasoned player look.  Just your generic feminist who thinks female empowerment extends to other areas of the male/female dynamic. Like, fix my car and I might smile.  Or, I'll show you my wooden spoons in my favorite room of my residence.   No, not my dungeon. My bedroom?  Very cold.  My kitchen!!!  Very hot ... when I turn on my electric range. Where else would one find wooden spoons.  That serve the purpose for which they were designed!!!