My Deep Secret
Got something that's eating you up inside, something deep, dark and scary? Why not tell the internet? You'll feel better, probably.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 16:02)
Got something that's eating you up inside, something deep, dark and scary? Why not tell the internet? You'll feel better, probably.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 16:02)
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Time Play / Whip Thief
I was once a part-time not very good dominatrix. I believe I was seeing a man who might have been called Giles and who might have been an ex-Etonian. I made him wear a pink lacy ladies thong and crawl around on the floor pretending to be some kind of beast, think I might have made him eat sweets off the floor scattered around too. May have locked him in the hotel wardrobe for a bit. When he was asleep I changed the time on his watch and other devices so that is was an hour or maybe more early. He had an early work meeting the next day which is why he could get away with the hotel escapade but he really didn't want to get up so early. My time play made him get up even earlier. I had left by then.
Presumably none of the above is what a professional dominatrix does, but it amused me to no end. A few months later he tried to see me again.
Just remembered whilst writing this I stole a whip from Ann Summers to whip him with. There was no way I was paying for something so ridiculous.
( , Sat 9 May 2015, 12:41, 1 reply)
I was once a part-time not very good dominatrix. I believe I was seeing a man who might have been called Giles and who might have been an ex-Etonian. I made him wear a pink lacy ladies thong and crawl around on the floor pretending to be some kind of beast, think I might have made him eat sweets off the floor scattered around too. May have locked him in the hotel wardrobe for a bit. When he was asleep I changed the time on his watch and other devices so that is was an hour or maybe more early. He had an early work meeting the next day which is why he could get away with the hotel escapade but he really didn't want to get up so early. My time play made him get up even earlier. I had left by then.
Presumably none of the above is what a professional dominatrix does, but it amused me to no end. A few months later he tried to see me again.
Just remembered whilst writing this I stole a whip from Ann Summers to whip him with. There was no way I was paying for something so ridiculous.
( , Sat 9 May 2015, 12:41, 1 reply)
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