the temptation of cain

…but not a direct coupling.

There is iron and there are magnets. I’m not sure which is which in this scenario – suffice to say I have spent some time as a quiet admirer of the incomparable Sadistinatrix. Fortune recently smiled on me with a mutual acquaintance and here is the result.

For some reason, I keep getting notes from submissive men. Gentlemen, here is your chance to get what you want while I get what I want. Doubtless Katrina will get everything she wants.

There is one other like her I still have not dared approach. That is a story for another day.

I’ve noticed there are some independent professional submissives here and there. None seem to be escorts/companions as well. And they all have lists of dos and don’ts, likes, dislikes and activities.

Not an interest of mine. I refuse to break my sexuality into bullet points. Besides, every patron will be different. My responses to each will be different. This is a chance to explore new dimensions; not restrict myself to where I’ve already been.

As I’ve said before, I don’t consider myself a professional submissive. I’m not sure what proper category I fit into. Categories seem important when describing one’s self to prospective patrons, not so important when face-to-face and time stops.

My nature encompasses many, many things. Some fall under the banner of submissive or masochist, many do not. All of me responds to masculine power. This blurs the lines between the more intense assignations and those of mere companionship. The line has been blurred my whole life. It’s certainly there to exploit should a patron wish.

And when he does, it won’t follow a list.