He wasn’t a total novice. He’d sessioned three times before coming to me, each time with a different Mistress for no longer than two hours. He lives at least a two hour train ride away. Said he really wanted to explore heavy bondage and abandonment. Asked if he could be considered for the Orleans Experience.
Oh, and he’s 23.
I’ve played with a handful of clients under 30. Youngest guy I ever saw was maybe 21. Blew me away (though he was a professional athlete so that kinda skewed his maturity level (not to mention disposable income).
In my experience, 20-something players are either absolutely amazing or they totally suck. No gray areas with them. When they’re great, it’s because they are so enthusiastic, open minded, curious, and remarkably unconflicted about their kink (not to mention, they’re typically single, out or both so marks are rarely a problem) that playing with them is energizing and a joy. When they suck it’s because they’re arrogant, conceited, pillow biting, little “do me” babies with no respect for anyone’s needs other than their own.
Fortunately this 23 year old belongs in the former category.
Still, when I play with the young ones (though this applies to novices of any age as well), I always feel a little guilty. Like a corrupter.
I had this one strapped down to the bondage table at the start of the scene. Corset collar. Fist mitts. Leather waist cincher. His legs hoisted high. I was fixin’ to shave his lush thatch of pubic hair bare. Then I leaned over and caressed his face, looked deeply into his trusting eyes and said, “Oh, honey. I am going to make you kinkier than you ever could imagine.”
In his feedback email, the first line reads: “I made a colossal mistake with the chastity cage. I really want it on right now. Without it, I feel like I’ve left the house without my wallet or watch.”
See?
You know, I … I …. it’s like, on the one hand, “My god, what have I done!?! He’s 23! He should be drinking beer and passing out atop lush co-eds, not craving the grip of a chastity cage!”
On the other hand (and both feet), I couldn’t be more thrilled. Gosh, you shoulda seen my grin when I read his email. While I write this and think about our experience. It’s incredibly rewarding for me to know that not only have I given them a great session, but that I’ve been able to take them down paths they perhaps never even knew existed and have them find the foreign landscape not only beautiful, but a place they want to visit again and again.
And that’s so scary — like, the responsibility of that — but it’s so real, too.
I think he’s lucky that he’s experiencing these things with you as opposed to someone who doesn’t realize what it means to him.
If he wasn’t going to you he’d be going to someone else, someone who might not give him a positive experience to explore and learn.
I can totally relate to his feeling of not wanting it to end. I’m still in my exploration phase and every time I experience something new in a positive way, I can’t help but never want it to end.
It’s a good thing that he found you.
At a time like this it is best to remember that epic quote from Spiderman I: “Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: With great power comes great responsibility. This is my gift, this is my curse. Who am I? I’m Spider-man. ” Of course, I’d replace the word Spiderman with Troy Orleans.
Even up here is Scarsdale, I can hear the wheels turning in your brain. A 23 year old locked in chastity? That’s a lot of testosterone to keep under lock and key. I’m betting this guy will shortly either be Miss Troy Orleans’ newest boy-toy or joining a seminary.
Kids these days…smarter than any 60’s babies (I ache just writing that) and like any choice process today, the only challenge is making up your mind…Lucky young fella indeed.
Not to suggest you ought to specialize & be NYC’s cougar-domme just yet, but you should do more of this “…making him kinkier than they could ever…”
Not only will you use less rope (thinner bodies)and hear fewer, “oh, no, I can’t bend that direction”, but you’ve blown him away with a life changing experience- absolutely.
If I had such an introduction in say 1983, I could’ve understood just how important this part of me was, a long time ago.
You’re a sweet Dominatrix! Hot young thing too- from my perspective anyway.
Axe,
I’m really happy he found me too. And, not to sound arrogant or anything, but the idea that he can do/explore this stuff with me and that I can care about his experience on a meaningful level (as opposed to “cha-ching!”) is important to me. It makes me feel good about what I’m doing.
Though maybe he’ll never see me again. It’s possible. That’s the flip side of these things: you have a great connection with someone and because this is still a professional relationship, they can just move on without any notice. That part sucks sometimes.
LMPest,
Spiderman, eh? Nice quote. It fits.
Glibness aside, I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility for my clients. I think it’s cause most of the men who come to see me put themselves so completely in my hands … it’s humbling, daunting. I want to honor that, keep them safe. Maybe it’s the hostess in me.
slap-hap,
He signed up for an OE. It went nine hours and I was working on two hours of sleep. Believe me, the wheels were turning. I finally had to say mercy to *myself* cause I wanted to keep him all night and show him everything. I mean, every time I looked at that guy’s face, he was grinning. Who can resist that?
PeeKay,
The cougar thing definitely crossed my mind. But I don’t think I’m quite ready to actively target that demographic just yet. Thing is, I like my jaded “senior” players just as much. I love their perspective and experience … and sincerely get off on the challenge of making some seasoned vet say, “Wow!”
Yeah. I’m here for that “wow.” Plain and simple.
What a showpiece he could be when other dommes visit your salon. A young stud naked but for a collar and chastity belt waiting on you hand and foot – it could be the new status symbol for dommes. Sort of the bdsm equivalent of every Wall Street trader needing a sports-car.
Wow! What a hot story!
When I was 23 some 37 years ago, I was leading a completely vanilla life with a very deeply suppressed streak of kink waiting to be released. It’s almost scary to think of what these last three decades might have been like if I’d had the good fortune to have been exposed to someone like you (if that was possible.
I hope your 23-year old can somehow appreciate the wonder of what he has been privileged to experience.
But he’s got to have been totally spoiled for any other domme.
Way to go!
Jack T
@Jack T,
I like to think all my clients are spoiled for anyone else… 😉
@LMPest,
You paint a nice picture, though what I’ve been fantasizing about lately is a party with human bondage “sculptures.” That’d be cool.