
I'm home on a Saturday night with a cold. My beloved is out playing with a cute little vixen tying her up and making her cum over and over again. Life sucks!
But other than the cold I have no complaints, my client from last night tipped generously and I got home before midnight. Though being out in the cold accelerated the problems today, it gave me a chance to take a call from a young man nervously making his first call to a Pro Domme.
What a delight to coax the next generation to explore their kinky side and expand their own horizons of what can be. I know my Pro sisters would say, I'm not being tough enough on the young pup, but you remember the line, "the hooker with a heart of gold..." I couldn't help it, I don't remember ever having someone I could call and ask about a session of play to explore my dirty little thoughts.
And today even in America, we can explore and try out what fits our lifestyles. Try it on for size and see if it feels good. I reminded him that I would be nice until he pissed me off. I find I'm striking a balance between mother hubbard and sadistic Sistah.
And now I can tell from my ramblings my Nyquil is kicking in!
