Proud

A few days ago, somebody asked me if I’m proud of myself. My self-analysis lasted only a few seconds and my answer was an overwhelming ‘yes’.During the course of the afternoon I went back to meditate my answer. Pondered my mistakes and accomplishments by a not so shallow balance of me, including those times when my decisions were not the best. I considered the value of come to light publicly, showing my face and my inner on a blog, in social networks, on several websites … and of course, adding everything you don’t know about me, my private life.I’m not perfect, but I feel good with myself and that’s what matters to me.My mind was working in the background as that evening of laughter and confidences passed. When we were saying goodbye, my smile broadened and, to the surprise of my accompanying, I went on that question that had made me hours earlier.Yes, I am proud of myself. I could save tremendous obstacles that would sunk someone weaker, I managed to make my life as I want to live it, I’m not the best nor the worst, although I am not mediocre, I own slaves that serve me and friends as the person with whom I was talking, people of whom I am proud, people I appreciate and make me feel appreciated.I’m not a paragon of virtue, my flaws are not a few, but the final result of my deliberations is still that ‘yes’ resounding supported by the fact of being a happy and sure of myself woman (and not everyone can say this)...

No tricks

I notice you like the pictures I upload, both here and in social networks. The pictures tell the story of a life, are memories of lived moments, attitudes, places, people…And I can hardly pose for a picture. If they are taken out on the fly, without having to wait for the shot in a certain position, so good, but if I have to put faces and pretend a situation, just getting angry with the photographer.Probably this is the reason that I like the results of my pics, because they are real situations at specific times. And of course, it’s great that you also like them.I have to add that I enjoy being recognized internationally (and not just for the photos). Since the popular phrase says: nobody is a prophet in his own land.But I don’t want to be a prophet of anything, nor intend to “convert” anyone to my cause. He who desires to serve me, know how to reach me because, just like in the pictures, I don’t like things forced or faked.Never mind the malicious reviews, I will continue being myself...

Asymmetric harmony

Yesterday I could not attend Domina Libertad FemDom party and I am so sorry, because I always have a great time, but something came up and there are important things that come before leisure.And yesterday there was also leisure for me, even FemDom (could not live without it), Fetish (my latex clothes are ready) and an intense session of a few very enjoyable hours. But FemDom does not mean constant harmony, let’s be realistic.I even had time to contain my anger during my conversations in public with one of my pooches. Good thing I have is that once I say what I have to say, I stay relaxed. Unless he contradicts me, of course.And speaking generally, there are things taken for granted, but (and this brings me to my post of the day before yesterday) there are always edges to polish. Tailor-made slavery, taking the parts they like and reject those that involve an effort, doesn’t exist 馃檪It’s great to wear a necklace of property, isn’t it? But that collar means much more than being under the protection of the owner and enjoy maddening sessions.If I have to be repeating the same thing over and over again during a training and doubts persist even knowing me thoroughly, if my words are questioned until the audacity, I apply a punishment. But when my patience is depleted, just pose more radical solutions.In general terms I have a good relationship and connection with the slave, actually I was not talking about him right now, but we’re at that stage where I want to change some of his behavior patterns at points that displease me. Don’t want a robot, but I want a slave...

Power and control

Do you know that feeling that, even though everything seems in order, there is something wrong or that fades without knowing what it is yet, but the alarms start shooting within?I hate that feeling. I like clear and diaphanous things and when something is fuzzy, I put pocker face until everything is defined.This applies to almost anything: a comment, a friend, a slave…I‘m sure someone will already have taken the hint. I usually go leaving tracks when I‘m upset and, normally, the blame of my discomfort, however short he be, finishes for taking headlong into what is coming. So I give him a range in which he can rectify, because sometimes the mistake is not voluntary. But if the error persists and I see no purpose of amendment, my discomfort will be solved one way or another.It’s not all laughs, prizes and pleasure. In each training efforts should be made individually and impose punishment when necessary.Someone is trying to redeem his mistakes these days. Hope he gets and uses the opportunity I gave. Sometimes it is not easy to make a radical decision, but when the decision is taken, there is no turning back...

Updating

These days are being busy in many ways. Between updating my website with the banners that are coming, send mine, listings in directories, my daily activities and daily blog entries… I think I need holidays :DNot complaining, I love all the little things that make my world. I think I am privileged for many reasons and I am grateful for all of them, although sometimes it does not seem for my character.And it is not a fairy tale, also impose punishments and lashout my cruelty where and when I consider it necessary. But, although I rarely really get angry, when I make a decision no turning back (some will take the hint).I have also updated the website tab Serve Me, I was missing some small details. Anyway I‘m sure I’ll keep tweaking things at times there, I always do. But even though the text is clear and explicit enough for even the slowest (what a diplomatic I am sometimes), I’m sure many will continue trying to beat around the bush.A great FemDom Lady told me yesterday in a social network that penis can not read, but it happens that sometimes she is also too optimistic. I think it’s a good summary, I feel totally identified...

I feel so… Cruel

These days I’ve seen a lot of creativity on the social networks. Precious photos of Christmas performances with needles to skin, pretty sissies posing wrapped in Christmas lights and even a genital torture as a tree with baubles, tinsel and lights (only was missing an urethral dipstick that held the star of the cup).Have been a very hectic and fast days. And so my year has started with a lot of energy, with a few kinks and looking forward to many more.2014 just started and, although many do not understand the pleasure of this practice, I want a new consensual blackmail, for example, almost two months since I have no a little worm up against the ropes oozing adrenaline 馃榾I rejected some proposals in that sense these past months, but now is the perfect time to make you sweat and push pins to some lucky man having the courage to submit to me in that way.And it’s not a soft way precisely because he puts his life in my hands, that is, absolute control. And I love that. The sensations are potentiated in a sublime way. But for this he must have lots of courage, not everybody is good to, and I don’t accept the first one that appears.You know, all who have told me about it lately, send your proposals again and I’ll see if anyone deserves the privilege of enjoying my cruelty...