Naughty Little Switch

I like to think that I'm stronger than the average woman. Being a professional Mistress will do that. Spanking a naughty slave boy for thirty minutes can really tone one's arms and walking around in six-inch fetish heels is quite a workout for one's calves. And yet I'm always shocked when a grown man can't take punishment that I've taken a dozen times or more.

I don't sub much anymore. I use myself as a measure against potential dominants and they often fall woefully short. I don't mind if someone is inexperienced, but he must be willing to learn. I do occasionally find a dominant playmate who understands the human body, respects my limits, and can dominate me in a way that shows he knows that pain is a pleasure in its own right and how to use it to get the most of me. I enjoy these sessions and wish that there were more such dominants in the world, but am not willing to lower my standards. I offer the best experiences to my submissives. Why should I settle for anything less?

Whenever I have a submissive who wants to learn to push his limits, I always promise him that I will not ask him to endure anything that I have not endured myself. And when I say that, I don't mean that it is something I've done once or twice, but that it is something I have suffered and come through time and time again, something that I will continue to come through.

Many Mistresses who switch in private decide to present themselves only as dominant and I can understand why. During the brief period when I was not subbing for medical reasons, I had a number of wonderful submissives tell me that they had only come to see me because they felt unable to visit a woman who openly switched, though they had their eye on me for some time, sensing that we would enjoy each other's company.

Deciding to go back to switching professionally was a difficult process. While overall I enjoy more of the sessions when I dominate, there are a few experiences in my Session Hall of Fame in which I was switching. Did I really want to give those up? I decided not--at least for now.

I also enjoy being able to lord my high pain tolerance and deep submission over my own submissives. When one pony boy claimed he couldn't continue to jog around my little space any longer, I stopped him and asked if he thought he could pull a one-hundred twenty pound woman in a sulky around Golden Gate Park. Flushed, out of breath, and thoroughly in his pony state of mind, he could only shake his head. Funny, because I had. While I wasn't going to push him beyond his limits, I did enjoy pointing out that he wasn't the big, strong beast he thought he was after all!

It gives me a great sense of superiority to know that my delicate, feminine body has more stamina, endurance, and fortitude than that of a grown man!