Seeing daily women that are treated like objects.
Men that act like they are the kings of the world.
Being seen less for being a woman at the workplace.
A terrible thing for a Domme. But not for Me.
Throughout the years I have been quite wild. Travelled around Europe, worked in competitive jobs, switching them afterwards for whatever seemed like FUN to me.
Earning money, living life at the luxury level that I craved for yet something was missing.
I've always returned right where I started. Back to my east european country that for some might be a living hell but for Me? It's pure ecstasy.
My Plan? I've never really wanted to return to do again FINDOM nor BDSM.
I think the world has enough of Dominance/Submission in every corner you look, and I've been making men submit to me all my life so my satisfaction was high regardless.
But it was one of those moments in which something simply matches.
This 50 smth male. Strong, intellectual, dominant kept telling me how I'm a living Goddess and Why on earth a woman like me would ever work for a living. Charming guy, eh?
But you don't know his story well..He was the worst. The type women really hate.
Switching wives, hating women, being aggressive verbally, telling me how all his life he kept raising women like they were his daughters, how he is so used to be something like a father to them.
I was smilling badly. My wicked ''know it all'' grin. : Did you? And who ever raised you then? Don't you need a mother also? Who fills those shoes?
-''You could I suppose. You seem to be able to.''
-Me? Oh. but I am the opposite of nurture.
''Reason why you're Perfect.''
Going back. to a few weeks when he met me. Calling me every names out there, being arrogant towards me, hating my Ego and my calm, logical nature. As I was sipping tea and watching him while being so amused.
Oh, How little he knew about Me. Men have been calling me every names possible since.. Ever?
Which In essence might destroy a woman. Making her either a victim either an angry Beast.
But not Me. It simply made me understand men and more importantly it made me understand myself, WHO I really am when Men aren't watching me, wanting me, approving of me.
Was I really living for their approval? Did that really fuel my wild sexuality ? Was I getting wet cause they were loving me or was I getting wet cause they were hating me. Or worse was I getting wet simply cause I love myself just abit too much? And I'm a pervert underneath. A really twisted one.
I know the answer just as I know that I don't need for a man to like me.
I'll always be laughing when he's throwing rocks at me knowing that it won't take long before he'll come back begging to kiss the ground that I walk on.
And how do I know that you may ask? Simple. I know how male sexuality works.
And trust me, they are far from complex.