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Perhaps in my Mother’s backyard holding Stephen, down while I took  40 kisses from him on a lost bet. This was my first and his first kiss. Me on top of him holding his head back my hands in his hair. Maybe it was in the pool another day when I held Anthony’s head underwater between my legs until he thrashed while getting all warm and tingly in my crotch. Maybe while watching Catwoman make Robin suffer so nicely in those shiny pants. How about losing my virginity at 17 to terrified  boy, I forced to screw me just because I said so and I decided it was “time”?

Perhaps it happened at birth.

My parents liked to say that I was not ever going to stop being a Tomboy or learn how to behave like a lady. They even sent me to Charm School to make me over into the submissive woman they desired I become.

Didn’t take.

Maybe it  occurred during one of those vicious beatings I took from my father. Perhaps it began during one of those beatings when he would use the barber’s belt on my ass.  While he was  hitting over and over…

Perhaps it was that beating where I remember clearly wishing that I would one day get big and strong so that no man would ever hit me?

I never got all that big, but I am DAMN strong and  I always hit back.

I have always been tough, mean and rough.  Dad taught me to box when I was only 5.  I am still pretty good at it.

I have always been violent in a fun way.

Well, I thought it was fun! I pinched, pulled hair, slapped, and rammed into anyone who would let me or not let me.  I have always showed my affection by biting, hitting and generally dominating anyone I am attracted to.

I push, I tell, I demand.

I have been known to say things like, “Hey all I wanted to do was sit on your face!” and “Why are you throwing me out of bed?”

and “Why are you calling me a slut just because I want to kiss you ?”

I am still feminine, still a woman.  I love lace and corsets and perfume and make up.

I cry and  I love…like a woman loves.

I love deeply and romantically. I adore who I adore with passion and dedication.

I also can and do love more than one person from time to time.   I am Poly Amorous.   I have always been.

Recently I was handed a key to a magical land full of people just like me. Perverts, Kinksters, Fetishists and more.  I remain shocked and very happy.

This  blog is dedicated to the daily revelations and adventures in this magical land.  The  path to Dominance, Kink and Freedom  I am on and a journey into a  world I never knew existed.

Walking in with a mature and educated head.  I am here at a later age than most people that enter this world.  I am glad that I finally joined the party!

This is an investigation as well into the truth…my truth and the truth I find within the others I meet on this same path.

The world of BDSM and D/s is so much more than anyone outside of it could possibly know.

I am going to be as honest and forthright as I can be.  I will never mention anyone’s name but I will tell the story…the daily story as it unfolds.

I will tell you what I see, feel, hear and understand as I understand it.

I am not a writer.  I am not trained in this art form.  Be patient.

I took the name Casandra because Cassandra in ancient myth was someone who tried to tell the truth and yet no one believed her.

Perhaps this time it will be different.

All people I have written about here are given fictionalized names.  I HAVE nor will  I ever cause anyone harm nor is anything I do in private or public done with out consent.  I do none of this for money.  I am not a Pro Domme

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