Storm, such a perfect weather..
Imagine night, you standing on the ocean shore at the middle of a storm, the wind almost blows you away and the waves are covering most of the sand, ice cold rain dripping onto your skin from above, and you - you are totally alone.
In that chaotic environment everything becomes clear.
All the masks and our everyday characters, that we adopt to ourselves, peels off as an old skin peels from a snake.
Even though the storm isn't a quite place, there's silence, clarity and calmness.
In that moment, that storm, I finally realized - I do seeking for a perfect Domme. One I can totally obey, trust and not question his\her decisions.
- But, it's nearly impossible with my attitude and mind, they are all breaking down or melting before I even started. They are all looking for guidance and someone to lead them.
They leave me no choice, but to discipline.
