Vanilla/ Bdsm What difference does it make?
It's just LIFE. and my Life is and will forever be strange.
It's how I want it to be. It's what makes me feel alive, free, powerful.
Laughing in front of Death itself and God.
As a teenager I was like any girl, surrounded by vanilla girls that were insecure, submissive and lovely.
One of them, kept telling me about a fantasy of hers. FOR once in her life to do pole dancing in a room filled with men. With a mask on her face, and then strip down. To feel for once how it's like for men to want you so badly.
I didn't enjoy her fantasy. It seemed silly to me.
Men have always desired me. Fully dressed. Sitting on a desk,reading a book.
Walking and ignoring them totally.
Having a life on my own and acknowledging they are shit.
No matter how Cold hearted I acted with them or how much I covered myself. I sensed deep LUST in them.
Like they would cum the moment they saw one of my bare leg slipping out of that dress.
To me they were simple beings.
So you can imagine why I was amused when my mind remembered that girl having this DESIRE on her bucketlist to dance in a nightclub, and there I was. At this interview. In this luxury nightclub.
Truth be told. I was bored. Vanilla life, can drain you. You might be a BOSS BITCH and make lots of cash out of doing certain jobs in which you have to be dominant and secure, yet on the long term the word FUN vanishes.
I wanted FUN. So I was there. Listening.
One girl. perhaps my age. Was the owner of the club.
Sassy, pervy, secure, and witty. She asked me a question that made me laugh '' Can you make men go crazy for you? Spend alot of cash just cause you told them to?''
-I'm a BDSM Dominatrix and Findomme. With years of experience. I can make them kill themselves for me.
She smiled. She knew. She wasn't stupid.
''All I care about is you making men SPEND CASH in my club. I don't care what you do.''
-I would never be submissive. It's not my nature. Also. I won't strip. EVER.
Or wear lingerie. I will be fully dressed.
''All girls walk around in lingerie, are you sure about this? Confident enough men will pick to offer you many drinks and not to them?''
-I'm very confident.
My first day there found me quite drunk on tequilla. With a night gown and high heels and sexy stockings.
I must of looked more like a high class hooker than like a dancer.
But I felt like myself. It was a dress I would normally wear at a night out with the girls.
As for sexy lingerie underneath. I wear that daily anyway. I despise boring lingerie.
Dancing was easy. For my surprise,the fact that I did gymnastics as a kid helped.
But truth is I was always very flexible.
I was either skilled or simply PORN. Can A pervert ever stop being one? Or with the right push I just turned into something even more?
The atmosphere was gruesome. For a second I realised I was still in East Europe. In a nightclub in which many dangerous men that do many illegal things come to have a great time.
I was sent like dessert. Like the new sensation. TO the most dangerous men. Because they asked to talk to me.
I often praised myself in knowing men better than they know themselves.
So I didn't even blinked in those moments.
But At the same time I knew I am pushing my limits and testing my own dominance.
My pulse must of got high. Yet I maintained a dominant cold attitude.
To my surprise, This 50 year old man that was surrounded by other yet submissive men waiting for his command got closer to me. Kissed my hand. And told me I'm absurdly beautiful. His gesture didn't have anything vulgar in it.
Or nasty. He was acting like an old gentleman in front of the object of his desire. Knowing his place as man yet craving more.
''You're worth alot''
''Way too much to be here''
''Can I offer you something that you desire? Anything. Any price?''
Knowing exactly what he meant. I smiled and said ''I'm afraid if I had a price. No matter how high it would be, I wouldn't be actually worth anything in the end.''
-''Smart girl. But in case you ever fancy to be MORE. Much more than that to me. I will leave you my card. Until then order the most expensive drink here because you're beautiful, all on me ''
And that was that.
My ROLE became clear.
Men came for me, to see me dance, to have a chance to talk to me, even for a few seconds, yet left without me, and never touched me. I was that club's princess.
Somehow I knew this was gonna happen somehow, yet, I wanted to see it with my eyes.
Could It really be possible? I've always found those women as being submissive, seen by men as really low, and so I used to HATE this , all of it. But now there I was seeing a new part of that world.
I humilliated men there. I danced my heart out on rock music, mocking the men that were watching me.
And to my surprised. they were craving /lusting me even more.
Getting nuts cause of me. Paying me absurdly sums of cash just to talk to me for 10 minutes (club's rule)
Some begged and begged to touch my arm. With one finger at least. Just to be found pushed at the ground and me calling them disgusting.
Only 2 men In the 2 months of me being there, touched my arm. And that was just because they were absurdly attractive physically and intellectually. But that's it.
We just talked. I've never danced for any of them in private.
I've never allowed any of them to get closer to me in any how. Also Because I was a Sadist AND THIS was my GAME.
How much would you pay to talk to a girl?
To see me in front of you? Considering that in real life I might spit you if you dare talking to me on the street.
BuT NOW they had their chance. If the SUM of CASH was tempting. I would talk to them. But just for 10 minutes.
And afterwards if they didn't want to buy me the most expensive drink there, I would Leave.
Just like that. Totally careless.
THEY tried everything . 100K? A House? My car?
JUST TALK TO ME! GIVE ME ATTENTION!
I saw men screaming and begging and nearly crying and calling me CRUEL, SATAN, The SEXIEST Meanest Bitch on the planet!
I was LAUGHING the whole TIME!
As for the dancing.. part. I love DANCING.
It's like masturbation to me. It's personal/ Powerful. It has nothing to do with men. I don't aim to please anyone, I'm just enjoying myself. Like always.
But I don't mind having them watch. It only increases my pleasure.To see them so helpless and horny
While I'm powerful, beautiful, better. And while knowing their imagination it's only gonna kill them on the long term. Because they are that weak.
It's just LIFE. and my Life is and will forever be strange.
It's how I want it to be. It's what makes me feel alive, free, powerful.
Laughing in front of Death itself and God.
As a teenager I was like any girl, surrounded by vanilla girls that were insecure, submissive and lovely.
One of them, kept telling me about a fantasy of hers. FOR once in her life to do pole dancing in a room filled with men. With a mask on her face, and then strip down. To feel for once how it's like for men to want you so badly.
I didn't enjoy her fantasy. It seemed silly to me.
Men have always desired me. Fully dressed. Sitting on a desk,reading a book.
Walking and ignoring them totally.
Having a life on my own and acknowledging they are shit.
No matter how Cold hearted I acted with them or how much I covered myself. I sensed deep LUST in them.
Like they would cum the moment they saw one of my bare leg slipping out of that dress.
To me they were simple beings.
So you can imagine why I was amused when my mind remembered that girl having this DESIRE on her bucketlist to dance in a nightclub, and there I was. At this interview. In this luxury nightclub.
Truth be told. I was bored. Vanilla life, can drain you. You might be a BOSS BITCH and make lots of cash out of doing certain jobs in which you have to be dominant and secure, yet on the long term the word FUN vanishes.
I wanted FUN. So I was there. Listening.
One girl. perhaps my age. Was the owner of the club.
Sassy, pervy, secure, and witty. She asked me a question that made me laugh '' Can you make men go crazy for you? Spend alot of cash just cause you told them to?''
-I'm a BDSM Dominatrix and Findomme. With years of experience. I can make them kill themselves for me.
She smiled. She knew. She wasn't stupid.
''All I care about is you making men SPEND CASH in my club. I don't care what you do.''
-I would never be submissive. It's not my nature. Also. I won't strip. EVER.
Or wear lingerie. I will be fully dressed.
''All girls walk around in lingerie, are you sure about this? Confident enough men will pick to offer you many drinks and not to them?''
-I'm very confident.
My first day there found me quite drunk on tequilla. With a night gown and high heels and sexy stockings.
I must of looked more like a high class hooker than like a dancer.
But I felt like myself. It was a dress I would normally wear at a night out with the girls.
As for sexy lingerie underneath. I wear that daily anyway. I despise boring lingerie.
Dancing was easy. For my surprise,the fact that I did gymnastics as a kid helped.
But truth is I was always very flexible.
I was either skilled or simply PORN. Can A pervert ever stop being one? Or with the right push I just turned into something even more?
The atmosphere was gruesome. For a second I realised I was still in East Europe. In a nightclub in which many dangerous men that do many illegal things come to have a great time.
I was sent like dessert. Like the new sensation. TO the most dangerous men. Because they asked to talk to me.
I often praised myself in knowing men better than they know themselves.
So I didn't even blinked in those moments.
But At the same time I knew I am pushing my limits and testing my own dominance.
My pulse must of got high. Yet I maintained a dominant cold attitude.
To my surprise, This 50 year old man that was surrounded by other yet submissive men waiting for his command got closer to me. Kissed my hand. And told me I'm absurdly beautiful. His gesture didn't have anything vulgar in it.
Or nasty. He was acting like an old gentleman in front of the object of his desire. Knowing his place as man yet craving more.
''You're worth alot''
''Way too much to be here''
''Can I offer you something that you desire? Anything. Any price?''
Knowing exactly what he meant. I smiled and said ''I'm afraid if I had a price. No matter how high it would be, I wouldn't be actually worth anything in the end.''
-''Smart girl. But in case you ever fancy to be MORE. Much more than that to me. I will leave you my card. Until then order the most expensive drink here because you're beautiful, all on me ''
And that was that.
My ROLE became clear.
Men came for me, to see me dance, to have a chance to talk to me, even for a few seconds, yet left without me, and never touched me. I was that club's princess.
Somehow I knew this was gonna happen somehow, yet, I wanted to see it with my eyes.
Could It really be possible? I've always found those women as being submissive, seen by men as really low, and so I used to HATE this , all of it. But now there I was seeing a new part of that world.
I humilliated men there. I danced my heart out on rock music, mocking the men that were watching me.
And to my surprised. they were craving /lusting me even more.
Getting nuts cause of me. Paying me absurdly sums of cash just to talk to me for 10 minutes (club's rule)
Some begged and begged to touch my arm. With one finger at least. Just to be found pushed at the ground and me calling them disgusting.
Only 2 men In the 2 months of me being there, touched my arm. And that was just because they were absurdly attractive physically and intellectually. But that's it.
We just talked. I've never danced for any of them in private.
I've never allowed any of them to get closer to me in any how. Also Because I was a Sadist AND THIS was my GAME.
How much would you pay to talk to a girl?
To see me in front of you? Considering that in real life I might spit you if you dare talking to me on the street.
BuT NOW they had their chance. If the SUM of CASH was tempting. I would talk to them. But just for 10 minutes.
And afterwards if they didn't want to buy me the most expensive drink there, I would Leave.
Just like that. Totally careless.
THEY tried everything . 100K? A House? My car?
JUST TALK TO ME! GIVE ME ATTENTION!
I saw men screaming and begging and nearly crying and calling me CRUEL, SATAN, The SEXIEST Meanest Bitch on the planet!
I was LAUGHING the whole TIME!
As for the dancing.. part. I love DANCING.
It's like masturbation to me. It's personal/ Powerful. It has nothing to do with men. I don't aim to please anyone, I'm just enjoying myself. Like always.
But I don't mind having them watch. It only increases my pleasure.To see them so helpless and horny
While I'm powerful, beautiful, better. And while knowing their imagination it's only gonna kill them on the long term. Because they are that weak.