GoddessMoccha

I love my journal.  It is a way for my future submissives to come to understand me. Being adept at training individuals, modifying their behavior, I know that during the training process my submissives may not get to always see the softer side of me.  The side that appreciates their attention and respect. The training process, I believe should start immediately in order for the energy and time spent to be successful and mutually gratify.  Of course they will see glimpses of softness; a kind touch or a momentary intimate glance to reassure them that I too get a deep satisfaction from being able to give them what they want from me.  I take pride my ability to make other people happy, that is why everyone likes me.  I also take pride in just being me, but that is for another entry.

My journal is my day to day thoughts and adventures.  My thoughts and adventures are how others get to know me.  All bullshit aside, my life is interesting and how I tell it. People like to listen to the adventures of me, I?m told I can tell one hell of a story.  My words are important to me. I believe in them, I stand behind them 100%. My word is all I have in this world so it means a lot to me.  These words, if you are seriously considering me for a Domme, they should be important to you.  Because REMEMBER, my world is all about me, the submissives in my stable will live and breathe everything me. At least in my presence. 

I know what it is like to be pampered, I should because I pamper myself.  I know what it is too worship me because I worship myself.  If I can think about me 24/7, then my submissives can think only of me.  Again, at least when they are in my presence; whether it is online or in real time. If I come off like a bitch. . .it?s kind of because a part of me is a bitch.  It?s who I am.  Would you really want me any other way?..nah.  This is me and this is how I train.  I hope it gives my readers an insight into their new Domme.  For others allow it to take pause when they consider what it is they are looking for in their search for the perfect Domme.

I took a nap and I am wide awake.  I have yet to readjust my sleeping schedule.  I partied all weekend and all I can seem to do is nap.  I attended two swingers? parties and had one training session. . .busy weekend, even by my standards.  But I had fun. Especially since this weekend I was on a self-imposed restriction.  I do that now again, it helps me keep perspective. I know what it feels like when football players deny themselves sex to store up their juices for the game.

I met some new people, all of them very interesting.  Again, as usual, I rocked! People love me and they should. I am a wonderful person. My confidence is off the chain and I have enough class not to turn it into arrogance.  I have haters, who doesn't. A good comic said, if you have 15 haters, go out and get 15 more.  I tell all my haters to take a number...there is always someone ahead of them in line.  I feel as long as someone takes the time to hate me, it means something is thinking about ME. I believe someone should always think about me.  Anyhoo, which is what I get for being so fabulous!

So back to tooting my own horn....all the men I encountered wanted to fuck me...and I said no.  I love denying men access to my body, especially when I can see how badly they want me in their eyes. Lusting after my body.  I can't tell you how many of them felt my perfectly round ass. Gosh I'm a tasty morsel! I love me! :D

My session was fun.  I'm such a Goddess. I enjoyed playing with my friend's sub. We actually play with our toys together.  I felt so satisfied after, full of energy.  I felt at peace. This was a nice session.  I am on restriction so I had to be nice to this one. It helps to remind me that subs are people too, sometimes when they are not being my butt boys, and they have feelings, blah blah blah. . .(But I still bit him hard, just not so hard.) I practice restraint a lot.  Keeps me level.  

Speaking of boys, I met a 'Happy Meal' this weekend.  That would be what my friends and I call the 18-26 little boys.  They are so cute.  This one reminded me of the actor from the movie Christine.  I love love that movie.  Anyhoo, this guy was just a bit cuter and in the flesh.  The thought of violating his young, soft body.  AND HE WAS PACKING A SNAKE! Yeah, he wanted me too, but I held back.  I'm going to wait, play with his head, play with his lil' wee-wee, then I'll let him have me.  It is going to be the time of his life....because he has not had Moccha in any form.  Joy joy!