I like to go back to the source when answering these types of questions. I hope you don’t mind. Diving in, Mistress was a closet female dominant. I approached Mistress about a BDSM lifestyle. I approached her from a male dom perspective at that time. I had always fantasized about male submission, but I never experienced or saw that as an opportunity. Mistress was eagerly on board with BDSM and was a willing submissive participant in my dom sessions. As you may have gathered, that did not last very long. Mistress knew from the start that being submissive was not in her personality, and she fantasized about dominating a male 24/7. After a few conversations, she took the mantle, and we have never looked back.
What kind of Dominant is my Mistress? Researching and reading about female dominants may make you walk away feeling like a Mistress is cold-hearted, dismissive, and always clad in leather. While these are excellent traits of a female dom, there is more to Mistress than that. She believes and preaches the importance of aftercare for me. Aftercare draws out the remarkable trait of compassion that courses through her veins. For Mistress, aftercare extends beyond after sessions. She is continuously judging situations and altering plans and choices to ensure that we are ready to endure what may come during a session or during the day. Recently, I have been looking for work. Fortunately, I was not laid off because of COVID, but I wanted to get a job in my career field that supported Mistress staying home and playing family manager. I was swamped for two weeks with resume writing, cover letter altering, and multiple interviews popping up at random times. I was falling behind on my calendar chores. Mistress sat me down on a Wednesday night, the night I am supposed to have washed all the laundry and scrubbed the main level floors spotless, which were incomplete. She told me that I will receive no punishment for not getting everything finished as I have been working on getting a new job and still currently employed. Mistress could see that I was working to my fullest potential, but time and energy were against me. While a Mistress should be cold at times, this was not a time when I was slacking and playing the latest video game; therefore, she cut me some slack. She gave me a new deadline and explained that I must comply by that time or receive extra punishment. Phew, I made that deadline for sure. I was not interested in seeing what came of that.
Something that I adore about my Mistress is her “nothing is perfect” attitude. This is prevalent in everything she does. I had the highest honor to work in the same building as her over the past year. She continued pushing projects well beyond what I would have called completed. This has also become relevant in our lifestyle. Mistress subscribes to a dozen podcasts, at least. She enjoys the banter and stories that take place, but she jots down notes or strikes up a conversation about something she heard and asks for my perspective (not like she really brings that into account, it is just adulting). She reads carefully selected blogs and internet websites that offer guidance and support for female dominants. Mistress is continually evaluating and reflecting on her role and how I respond. She isn’t shy about feedback from me and strives to find her perfect “sweet spot.”
Persistent. I am sure many, if not all, subs with female dominants can attest to their Mistress being persistent. Part of her persistence is her creativity. No barrier stands in the way of achieving her goals, and this brings out her creative thinking. We wanted one of those fancy BDSM beds for our bedroom. We shopped and talked about budgeting to get one after a few months. We quickly realized that we would have zero answers when the kids, or visiting family, started asking questions, which would happen instantly. So, we scratched that. Instead, Mistress took me bed shopping, and we looked at beds for hours. Mistress bed shopped by evaluating the possibilities of what the bed could become. We ended up buying a solid wood bed frame raised off the floor with enclosed sides. She has since instructed me to install rings on the sides, bottom, and headboard as hardpoint attachments. The next creative project is turning underneath into a form of isolation box. Persistence and creativity have pushed our lifestyle to new heights, and I am always excited to find out what she thinks of next.
All of this makes Mistress the dom that she is, but there is something that does not transfer between BDSM and vanilla. My Mistress is a sadist. That is the very first thing I noticed about her when we began exploring together. It was apparent that she thrived on the deliverance of pain during sessions at the beginning of our exploration. Every session involved whipping, and the pinwheel dug deep into my skin, showing little holes following her tracks. She giggled with glee watching me writhe against my restraints after each slap of the whip. That sadism has not disappeared; in fact, it has increased. What used to be giggling with glee during impact has grown to include increased humiliation and discomfort. Most recently, I ruined my orgasm while suspended from our ceiling. She was quick to catch it and shove it in my mouth. I hate the taste of cum on my tongue, and she knows this about me. Still, giggling away, she slams a palm-full of cum into my mouth and ensures that I swallow it as a consequence for ruining the orgasm. I can see happiness twinkling in her eyes when she does it. She also glances at me excitedly during game night when I subtly adjust myself in the chair to ease the pressure from the anal plug that is rammed fully in my rear. Asking what kind of dom my Mistress is, she is a sadist, one hundred percent.
I can keep on going about the kind of dom my Mistress is. There is plenty more to add, however, for your reading time, this is it. My Mistress is a creative, compassionate, persistent, and sadistic dominant that I rarely purposely cross. She is my goddess. She is my guiding light. I can’t see myself enjoying everything life has to offer without her.
Until next time
Kneeling Kitty
Kneeling Kitty 