Recent interactions with potential slaves and clients have reminded Me that many of you need to be reminded of the following:
Dominance is in the eye of the beholder.
I am Me. I am confidently, shrewdly, perceptively ME. I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else. If I’m in a jovial mood and don’t feel like berating you, that’s THE prerogative of My Dominance. Indulging My jovial mood, without regard for your “need” for something you consider “stern,” is a direct demonstration of My true and authentic dominance.
Whether you read that as Dominant or something else is entirely up to you. It is you who will, as a consequence, feel more or less “dominated” by it. And, assuming that feeling is what you’re after, you are merely doing yourself a disservice by reading My behavior as anything other than what it really is.
So if you’re looking for a version of “Dominance” that is predictably one thing or another, I suggest you look elsewhere. I am not here to fulfill your deluded fantasy of what a Dominant Woman “should” look like, or how She “should” act. The true mark of an authentically Dominant Woman is not giving two shits about your expectations. Even if that means She feels like smiling today.