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» My Deep Secret

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 9th May 2015, 12:41, More)

» Shit Bosses

Embroiled in the confusion of others
It's my first post ever! So please be nice. I've had more than one horrible boss. I rarely stood up to the first batch, brought up as I was with terrible self doubt I always assumed it must be me and not them who had made the mistake (for a long time I was under the impression that if someone was more confident, richer, popular of healthier than me they must therefore be more clever....)

Worked in a recruitment agency in Slough - industrial jobs, manager saw me coming out of the bathroom flapping my hands (there were no drying implements so I was airing them - we've all done this no?) This chap didn't like me, think it was a class issue, anyway he called me into the back office for a chat, said he was pissed off I was using company time to paint my nails (because I was flapping hands he assumed I was drying nail polish). I showed him my Polish-free nails and explained I was merely drying them. My shock when he ignored this and still told me off. He wanted to tell me off and he wasn't going to let fact get in the way. Soon left for a job with a better salary than his which he hated. I hope he is paralysed from the neck down.

Working in an investment bank, one of the super rich directors asked me to go crawl under his desk and unplug his blackberry charger. When I asked him why he said 'because I don't want to do it myself'. He wasn't watching, it wasn't a perve thing, he was just an overprivilliged twat. Bloody charger was stuck in a mass of tangled cables.

This kind of thing doesn't happen much these days, a wall of unwavering assertiveness/cold cheerfulness and a gaze peppered with a little bit of dominatrix style loathing keeps all of these types well in their place.

Now how do I add one of those witty signatures...
(Sat 11th Apr 2015, 12:20, More)