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Dominating men came natural from sensual instinct.
In early childhood, I captured a wedding audience as a darling flower girl.
In high school, my enthusiastic attitude and smile as cheerleader won many hearts.
College years, as a Martha Graham dancer, my long legs mesmerized dance teachers.
Dancing with style and grace, molded and refined my foundation to
"StardomTheatre.Com", Fetish Diva Diamond.
Please enjoy the delicious thoughts for your pleasure.

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Men in power 24/7 want relief from their world. As a fantasy, phone dominatrix
men revealed their innermost secrets to my attentive ears.
They confessed their needs to a real lifestyle BDSM mistress.


My first encounter with domination, a TV show, two BDSM Dommina's, a clown looking Mistress
with blue, eye-shadow, her collared, chained rock-star slave.
The other dommina was relaxed, smiling, friendly.
I knew men would be more receptive with a happy smile not anger.
A warm voice of seduction they would trust.

Essay #1 - Starbucks Cougar and Younger Men - 02.18.2013

I'm sitting at a table where men can see me.
I prowl for younger men at Starbucks. I sit, sip and smile.
My legs crossed with shoe dangling off painted toes.
I never consider men's eyes, their quick glance at my legs or chest.
I look at my prey when he's not looking. I catch his eyes several times.

"Me and the Prey"
We've briefly spoke passing in and out of the coffee shop.
He can smell my scent when I rub against his shoulder.

Another Meeting:
I'm especially fired knowing he's behind me. My timing is just right!
It's planned, I forget my money for coffee, etc.
He's swift to offer and takes pays my bill.

It's huge, I stare with fingers cupped towards his crotch.
I wait at my favorite table.
I want a petite vanilla scone with a tall blonde coffee.

I reach for the tiny morsel, on purpose, I drop it. Oh no!
I pout and smile. I pause, wait for his reaction.
He jumps, I'll get another one. I ask him to sit down, close to me.
I whisper what I want in his ear. I want a dark, yummy brownie.
My breath is warm, it tingles him. I see goose bumps on his skin.
He steps lively to buy another goodie.

Now for the kill. We share the goodie together but I want more.
I test him, how many goodies I can get from his pocket book. Laughing.
He leaps to the counter.
This time we share our goodie together out in the car. It's more private.
I suggest, let's go to my place, share the rest of the goodie. His eyebrows light up.

Inside my erotic space of pleasures, he smells aromatic candles, hears soothing music.
My prey is 28 years old.
I'm a cougar who knows what she wants and gets it.
I ask him to pour me a drink. He missed the glass, I'm amused.
Get a paper towel, wisp it up.
As he turns away, I grip his waist from behind, undo the buckle.
In seconds, I pull his pants down and OFF.

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