The life and times of a dominatrix: it’s all just a bit of (serious) fun
Every now and again things happen in your life which you can’t believe, right? Things which seem too surreal to be true, but you know that happened, because sometimes your friends won’t ever let you forget them. One, for me, was when I recently got completely soaked when a motorbike rode through a deep puddle next to me. Another more interesting and less depressing one was when I bumped into a lady in the supermarket.
You know the score: one minute you’re cruising with your trolley collecting things off the shelves, and the next you’ve gone and smacked into someone and are apologising all over the place. Not fun. Except in this case it was a little worse, as I had unknowingly knocked the woman’s handbag over as well…
…hand-cuffs and laugh and say what she did: that she was a part-time dominatrix…
I thought she would be angry, but actually she was very funny and sweet. She didn’t blame me, and she did pick up the hand-cuffs and laugh and say what she did: that she was a part-time dominatrix. I thought she was joking, but then she smiled and whispered to me: “I am honest and open, aren’t I?” and we both laughed.
We then got into an interesting conversation as I helped put her stuff back in her trolley. She told me, for no real reason, about the various clients she had and all this stuff. She didn’t appear to be telling me for any particular reason other than I was there. Then, as I said goodbye to her, she gave me her business card and said that if I wanted, I could call her.
And it seriously got me thinking. Because secretly, as a man who has always been intrigued with this kind of thing, it did interest me a little. Well, a lot actually. My only problem was that if I called her, I didn’t think I would be able to take her seriously. This would obviously not bode well for our dominatrix/submissive man relationship together. Bit like I said, it did get my mind racing. On the way home I stopped and studied the business card and wondered if, maybe, I ought to call another dominatrix and see what the fuss is all about. After all, it’s just a bit of harmless fun for all involved, and we all deserve to have our fantasies satisfied, don’t we?
(Update: I have since started investigating this online and something tells me that I won’t be stopping any time soon!)
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