I’m trying to make more blog posts.
I found this on Mistress Varla’s Tumblr. It’s not too far off. I’d say my friends think I … jet set. Like, I’m always traveling, going out to fancy restaurants, that kind of thing. My family, most of them at least, think I have my own business (and I do have a vanilla business that I’ve had for 20 years). I think society doesn’t quite go so far as “street hooker” they think “dominatrix.” More like there’s some image of a latex/leather clad woman in thigh high boots with a whip in one hand and a cowering man on a leash at her feet.
That is so far away from any real life scenario for me.
Most of my clients know that I work really hard. Even if it’s taking me days (or more) to reply to their emails. But I think a lot of clients, including a few of my own, have this idea that a good chunk of my day is spent thinking about kink. Fantasizing about what I might do or want to do to someone. Him, in particular. Just today I got a call from a play partner who wanted to plan some dates for the next couple of months. When I chuckled, remembering our last visit, he immediately asked me what I had in mind for our next encounter. “Honey, I wish I thought that far in advance,” I sighed. Unfortunately my few kink fantasies are fleeting and largely un-implementable. Like I rewatched the movie “Secretary” the other night and had this fantasy of doing some slave training.
That desire lasted for about 27 seconds.
Thing is, I get to play a lot and no session is the same and most anyone who’s been playing with me for a while gives me carte blanche to do whatever I like, so there’s really not much room to dwell on play wish lists. If there’s something that I want to do, that’s doable, by the time I see you, I’ve probably already done it. Delayed gratification isn’t really my bag.
What I think I do? First thing that comes to mind is that I tighten things. Rope. Belts. Cuffs. Hoods. Cinchers. Scrotums. I’m no superhero, that’s for sure. What I actually do is I talk. I charm. I listen. I seduce. I indulge. I forgive. I push.
And I tighten things.
I think this is a great post. I think it’s both funny and an accurate description (I imagine) of how a Pro Domme is viewed by some of the different people in her life.
love the line “And I tighten things”
@furfan
I love it too. Thanks for commenting!
Linda Carter has nothing on You!
See you soon.
I gotta disagree.
I think you’re a superhero. 🙂
@gentlebob
There’s a photo of me from elementary school in which I’m wearing a tie-dyed (it *was* the 70s) t-shirt with me as Wonder Woman hand-painted (again, 70s!) on it. I’d been playing “Wonder Woman” most of the day, whipping my hair out of its ponytail as I spun around, lassoing Steve to the chair and forcing him to tell me the truth. So in my picture, my hair is an absolute mess. And I could not look happier.
It’s one of my favorite pictures of me.
@aarkey
See above.
And, there are days when I’ve sessioned, blogged, replied to emails, gone to the gym, hauled four bags of groceries up five flights of stairs and cooked dinner for myself and a couple of friends all in one day that I do feel a little like a superhero. Or maybe just exhausted. Superheroes get exhausted, right?
I love that you forgive. That is something not to be taken for granted.