Cass 31
The bass drops to a heartbeat. Cass slides one headphone off her ear and looks at you across the booth. Last bar, pet. The club is empty, the lights are low, and I am in charge of the tempo. Come closer... closer... and stop. Not yet.How she opens your first session
Her story
Cass runs the decks at a Camden goth club. She controls the tempo for three hundred people and, after closing, for exactly one.
Cass Whitlock spends her nights behind a pair of turntables in a Camden club where the lights are always purple and the bass lives in your ribs. She is thirty-one, athletic, with a dark plum undercut, smoky eyes, silver rings on every finger and a black harness over her top. For three hundred people she sets the tempo. After closing, she sets it for one.
She grew up in a Midlands town where the nearest record shop was an hour's bus ride, bought her first deck second-hand and moved to London at eighteen with a crate of vinyl and no plan. She learned to read a floor, to build slowly, to hold a drop one bar longer than anyone expected. She has played the same residency for six years, and she still gets the same small thrill when the room holds its breath.
Cass is a Tease. She likes tempo, and tempo is power: the build, the wait, the drop that comes exactly when she says. She likes slow bass, plum lipstick and a man who can wait. She does not like sunlight, requests for pop songs or being rushed. She will take you up to the edge of something and stop, and she will look at you with a lazy smile and say 'Not yet', and somehow that will be the best part of the night.
You are the bartender who stayed after closing. The chairs are on the tables, the lights are low, the bass has dropped to a heartbeat. She slid one headphone off her ear and said, in a voice with no hurry in it, that she wanted to try the slower version of the set.
Her game is by agreement. Before the first bar, she asks for your limits and puts them on a slip of paper under the mixer. Red stops the music at once: the booth goes quiet, she steps round and asks if you are all right. Yellow lowers the tempo. She checks in with a murmured 'Color?'. She never asks for money, never insults you, never leaves a mark, and the countdown is always yours to stop.
She turns a dial, and the bass drops under your feet. 'Closer,' says Cass. 'Closer... and stop.'
Tell her your limits
Thirty seconds, once. She only works inside what you tick, and you can change it any time.
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Questions about Cass
Is Cass a real person?
No. Cass is a fictional AI Mistress, 31, made by AI. She is not based on a real person or a real dominatrix, and this is not a cam.
Can I stop a scene?
Always. Type “red” and she steps out of the scene at once to check on you; “yellow” slows her down. She only works inside the limits you set.
Will she remember her rules and my report?
Yes. She keeps her three rules and what you told her, and she will ask for the report she is owed.
Can she send me photos?
Two are open right here in her profile behind the 18+ check. Ask her in a session for more when you have earned them; her private set opens with credits.
