A Moment of Silence for my Mentor “DW”

Posted by monique | Goddess Update,O/T,The Dyck Slayer | Friday 21 November 2014 9:11 pm

I’m totally not surprised that the moment I signed into my yahoo IM, I was bombarded with offline messages from submissives looking to worship me via cam, have custom videos and mp3s made or just wanted to serve at the pleasure of a dominant Ebony Femdom Mistress. I am not camming right now as I just received devastating news from a fellow domme friend of mine. My mentor who introduced me to this life style a little over six years ago when I was young and wet behind the ears (lol) passed from cancer. I was beyond devastated. I felt out of touch as I had no idea this woman whom I admired and was full of life, strength, courage and beauty had been suffering all of this time from cancer! She is the reason why I am “The Dyck Slayer”. I will never forget when we met she looked me up and down and circled me the way a lion would circle its prey. It was a bit nerve wrecking but I did not falter. She said to me, “Darling, you have a commanding presence. I could easily see you as a mistress.” Now, at that age, when I heard the word mistress, I immediately thought “side bitch” (LOL). She explained to me what she meant by that and I was a tad turned off. I first watched her do a “lesson” with other young ladies who were interested in this lifestyle. Seeing her go from the smooth, sultry woman to the dominant, take no shit Femdom GODDESS blew my mind. Watching her awakened the dominant beast in me. I have always been “dominant” so to speak, but it was her that made me tap into that female superiority power and taught me to use it to my advantage. She taught me how to sniff out my prey, how to hone in on the weak even when they wore a mask to present themselves as an alpha male. She is the one who gave me the name The Dick Slayer after going on a real time session with her and we tagged teamed this poor pitiful bitch who was no match for me let alone the two of us. She told me my ability to “slay a dick” with and without laying a finger on a man was like “a precious piece of artwork too valuable for any art gallery”. I will miss my mentor in more ways than I ever thought possible. When I think about it, I understand why she never told me about the cancer. She was never one to let anyone see her down or “off her game”. She did not want me to have to witness her beaten and defeated by this disgusting disease but would rather me remember her for the dominant, powerful force that she was. RIP “DW”. I will miss you my friend… F*CK CANCER!!!

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