Miss Cassandra´s Lair

Now is your change to ask me something. Make it interesting, exciting, entertaining, and you may have an answer. About me or about the lifestyle, my vision of it. Avoid ultra specific and personal questions. I value my privacy and the one of my partners, and won't details things concerning them here. Anon ask is allowed, but it is so much better to do it without hiding. Own your questions!

The drones were faceless, nameless and mindless. The drones were brainwashed long ago to remain in that state forever. The drones only purpose was to serve and please Owner. The drones could only obey whatever Owner said. It was their purpose and reason to exist. Owner was the only thing that was important.

It was faceless. It was nameless. It was and object. It was decoration. It was property. It was owned.

It is unable to see, hear or touch anything. Only to wait for its Mistress, its owner, its purpose. Mistress stored it for use later. Mistress was generous enough to activate the vibes, on lowest setting. It will have to wait until then.

Staring at her owner standing highly above. Unsure how to present herself and fearful of consequences if she do it wrongly. Will her bowl be filled for lunch, or denied of it again until she learn the natural way to behave. Her new life as a live-in pet was difficult to adapt to, but she knew it was the only life she will ever have, and need, now.

Her owner gave a simple goal, to fill the tipping bowl if she was to be unchained. If she was a sloppy bootlicker, or a cheating one, she could certainly fill enough request until nightfall. But she was so well trained that she would never rush the job, and do a bad job on the Ladies coming for a shine of their boots. She knew her owner reputation was at stake and it had to be perfect, each time, even if that meant spending her day cleaning only a couple boots. Her devotion and obedience would make her disappoint her owner with such a slow execution. Sad irony. Yet she kept doing her job, if only to please a few guests, and fill her day of the taste of leather. That task was going to take many many days to be fulfilled, but she was in a good place.

Every time Mistress is whispering to your ear, you shiver of pleasure and excitement. Whatever her words, whatever her order and tease, you know you will obey and get wet from it. You live for those whispers, for that moment when she tell you the most shameful things, the most dirty things, the most true words, in a whisper, only for you to hear, only for you to accept and obey. In that moment, you feel her breath and words passing thru yourself, she own you, and you both know it, body and soul. She is your Partner, your Mistress, your Owner, your Goddess, your everything.

She lost all notion of time and space long ago. only knowing that Mistress made her sit there, to wait for her turn. What was planned for her? What was that noise in the background? Who were behind those whispering voices? When was she going to feel her leash pulled again? Why was she both terrified and dripping wet about it?

By her feet, where she want you. By her feet, where she like you. By her feet, where you feel safe. By her feet, where you belong.

To abandon yourself to the pleasure of doing as told, letting the ones above you do the thinking and decide what is best for you. Staying hot and horny to the edge over and over to remain in the right mindset. Brainless yet fully operational as our docile toys. Following our lead without worries. Doing as told without thinking. Embracing your nature and purpose. Being a good plaything. hope you all pledge to that important mindset. Let me know as comments how you do. I m curious to see how many eager plaything there is here ;)

Reposting some of my old personnal posts, so they are not lost in the spam of history. Mixed with a few new ones. Go react and comment on them. I always enjoy seeing reactions to them, and motivate to create more. PS: there is still many gems lost in history. don’t hesitate to perv and dig up your favorites. (as long as you always keep my captions on your reposts.)