cassandria
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There's cassie, who in her own natural skin, kinda sails through life as she goes. Generally happy, typically gravitating to those who make her think, make her giggle and pee her panties, who spice things up in their expressions of intellect and humour and overall living of life.
She tries to give back what she's given, loving to make people laugh (and if she can make a Dom/me pee their panties? Talk about success!) <---that might be considered disrespectful...I think I've heard the word "incorrigible" from time to time...but if I bring extra panties for them, then is it okay? Thinking ahead and all that. No? Okay. More tea?
Then there's cassie the chameleon. Who changes colours as she becomes aware that she is perhaps unpleasing in her demeanor....and slows down, pays close attention, and halts. And watches closely, tempering her usual 'spirit' and playfulness, becoming uber-respectful as she realizes what's needed.
If I'm really quiet, people tend to grow concerned. It's just not really part of my happy nature. Being more bubbly and teasing and playful is more common. I can be quiet and introspective too - life gets serious and I have to get serious with it. But in a social gathering I try to leave my issues at home. I really do.
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I was invited to 'come out of hiding' so to speak, and attend a party in Seattle a while ago. Bdsm partayyy. I got dolled up, and well, playtime seemed to be the right word for the night.
So, I laid down on the table like a good girl, lost my knickers and proceeded to discover why electrical shocks make girls like me jump. To be fair, I *did* warn him that the backs of my knees seem to have these reflexes. (read: kick). And he'd figured that out, after about half an hour and having to hold me down.
The next time he buzzed that...THING...over my calf, I guess my foot shot out, made contact with the glass attachment on the violet wand, it shattered against the concrete wall that the table was up against, and I sorta sat up in dazed amazement. WOWWWWW!!! A glass shower!!!!
He cracked up, we both did, and he promptly dropped to his knees onthe floor, broom in hand, sweeping up the glass while I was firmly told to "Stay put, minx!" .
I peeked down at him, and just...the irony....it really struck me. He was on the floor, on his knees...I was up on the table, up above him, minx-ily staying put. So I asked him. "Is this called "Topping from the bottom"??", and dissolved into giggles. Nervous ones, I'm sure...I'd never broken someone's toys before...and it was FUNNY...I mean, I coulda stepped on his bum from where I was, and considering the state of mind I was swiftly heading into, that just was allllll wrong lololol
He cracked up, so did a couple of the other people within earshot lol - we had an audience (maybe it was the "FUUUUCK NOOOOOOO!!! that had come from me earlier, I dunno, I didn't mean to be so loud. I blame that thing he was using).
He got up, still chuckling, tugged my hair, and told me to lay down so he could get the glass out of my foot and leg. I smirked, laying on my tummy, feeling all exposed and such, and asked him "I thought you said your limits were no bloodplay...is this what you had in mind???" And the chuckling started all over again, along with a firm smack to my tush.
Glass all gone, out came the canes, and cassie ate her words like nobody's business.
Brat? Only cuz it amused him. And I knew it would. I mean, it was a comical scene, to put it mildly. I giggled my way through the first half, screamed blue murder through the next part - and I do mean that - never have I ever screamed like that, holy chyt that was scary lol - I actually pulled muscles because of the speed in which I shot off that bed at times - and then took it like a good girl and sailed above the heavens for the rest of it. And snuggled in a sheet, wet and quiet afterwards. Exactly where he put me.
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Does that work with every dominant? No.
Does it work like that on every day, with this one? No.
Am I smart enough to pay attention to the moods of people, and 'play' with those moods? Yes.
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I have, so far, lived a rather full life, I believe. With enough serious, character-building events within it that it's highly dubious that anyone would ever suggest that I don't posess a maturity that is expressed overall. I hope.
The way I write here, isn't necessarily how I would speak in person (I don't quite get the same intimidation vibes, yanno?), meaning I might not be quite so quick with strangers in person. And I think that's key..people getting to know YOU. Overall.
We all seem to have a different criteria for defining the actions that give us that peekaboo into the window of submission or dominance. Mine is simply that I believe you, if you say what you feel you are.
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RE: the beauty of brattiness and sarcasm - 
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