The autumnal equinox ushers in the cooler weather as the year slowly begins to wind down into its final months. Today, this month in October two years ago, marked my first day as a baby dominatrix in Singapore.
Inside the safe space of my playspace (Yes, it is as much of a safe space for me as it is for submissives), I retreat for a brief sixty seconds energy-clearing mediation before play starts. The noises in my brain start to silence, my brows knit as my razor-sharp focus sets in. I pick up my gold handled cane, looping it on the hook before setting my staff firmly on the ground with a thud. Kink taught me to be present in the moment where the only thing that mattered was the ability to perfect my craft, and to connect genuinely with the other person in the room.
I rediscovered myself, I found strength to heal myself in ways I never knew, for wounds I thought would never ever be full. I learnt what impermanent meant, to not make suffering in the transient, but to embrace the present. The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough; said Rabindranath Tagore.
Kink was my awakening; I stood taller, straighter, unshackling me from what I thought was my limited potential, now unbraided and free on my own recognizance. Being a dominatrix taught me how to become a better person. It taught me the power of empathy and self-worth, to forgive myself, and to stop waiting for permission to create the life I wanted. It taught me to be free, to be fearless, to love others with every ounce of my soul, because I could. And my advice to you? You can too.
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