Of bullshit whips and high farce heels

I'm with Bitchy Jones.

Fuck high heels. Fuck stupid corsets and silly shiny rubbery bull crap costumes. Fuck some feminine stereotype that will transform me into worthy if I just make the bloody effort.

If you are going to do things with me, you do them with ME. You let ME do whatever the fuck I want to hurt you and upset you and turn you on and make you beg me to stop and make you beg me to never stop, ever. You let ME pull your hair so your eyes tear up and your chin trembles. You let ME pinch and bite and torment and embarrass you. You let ME tie your hands together and shove you so you fall over, then crouch over you and make you do exactly as I say with your face and mouth and anything else I want. You let ME do whatever I like to you until you are nearly crying and nearly coming. I already AM a sex-filled woman - I don't need silly crippling shoes or bullshit synthetic outfits to make me into one.

Dom stereotypes SUCK. I usually am not really too obsessed with being dominant but if I am in the mood I'm not going to play a fucking part with dungeons and whips and chains just to feel like I'm "doing it right."

No THANK YOU, sirs and madams.