Hecate

I don't get to domme people[mostly boys/men] very often anymore. Especially living in such a small town. It's a shame, I miss it a lot. Having things bought for me because I told them to, being given money whenever I demanded it, people to bite and scratch and deny as I pleased....

I haven't heard about other dommes who have a style like mine. The majority of them treat a boy with disdain and cruelty at every point of contact. Me? I am cold to you, with the occasional streak of cruelty that mostly shows up in anger or frustration. Sometimes it blossoms into an unlikely Zen of Violence that will leave us both panting. Praise is given objectively. It doesn't matter whether you completed it most of the way, you have failed. Yes, now, give me the money I demanded. I will unflinchingly pull it from your flesh if you fight me. You know I do not tolerate disobedience, that is why you're nothing but a shadow. Give me your blood as amends, I want to taste your pain.

I think of most people as tools. Not in the derogatory way, but in an objective way. People are tools, a screwdriver is a tool, a crowbar is a tool... Like that. Some people have little use. Some are suited only for service, some are only suited for back-of-the-house work. Some people can only do physical labor, and some people can only do numbers. And just as factually, some people are only good for making other people happy. I mean, hells, as a priestess, I get used as a tool by most of the people I've seen in the past year. Advice, an objective ear, a cook, an organizer, and one hell of a delegatrix.

In return, it's your job to be my tool. I will use you as you're needed, and maybe for things you never expected. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be ready to crumble.

Seattle will never see me coming...