We're going to turn this car around and NOBODY will be going!

I hit a wall immediately after Christmas. I'd even been prowling after my clients in order to have bookings lined up to pay for our post Christmas holiday. I'd sent a plethora of text messages and I'd wooed them via email. Then, I had a monumental argument with my husband that was one of those that just went on for so long, I forgot my initial premise. Was our problem money? Was my problem that my insides lurched at the thought of conducting another session? The answer was 'yes'. So, we made up and I quit my job.

Obviously, it was on the cards in any case. But, I wasn't planning to do it in such a poorly planned fashion. Perhaps it was ill advised. We are now broke. But, I changed my number and everything. It is done.

I now have less of a need to be so secretive about who I am. So, I thought it timely to tell the whole sordid tale. Perhaps it will be of interest to someone out there. But, at least it will no longer just be swimming about inside little old me.

My husband is full of woe. I had to turn aside several sessions in the week due to his suspected swine flu suffering. We live where I play - weird, huh? - and I couldn't have the sounds of his fitful moaning - because he is ever so dramatic about his suffering - interfering with the sounds of my chastising and handing out beltings. We all have to have official 'this is just too weird' boundaries, after all.

I suggested that he not smoke that skunk and drink that brandy last night. I said, 'give yourself time to heal, baby'. But no, he consumed, egged on by moronic friends and now he suffers. I thought he was going to cry when I shambled into the bedroom earlier. But, it was a mere bout of pillow retching. Skunk is the devil's work. What ever happened to the fun loving, giggling high? Why must we be poleaxed and then suffer a hangover? What kind of poison smoke is this?

I am responding to your message after receiving repeated phone calls from you. I tend to find repetitive calls disconcerting, particularly so when the caller hangs up in my ear. In these instances, I will generally refuse sessions. I'm sure you can appreciate my position and my need to be strict with problem callers. I suggest further discussion to be done via email.


dear mistress, thank you for your reply i was thrilled about your skill with the cane ,you sound the right sort of mistress that i am looking for .its true to say after a discussion the best part beggins usually on the bare with a hand spanking and then paddles on the bare.the best part of a session and the most important is the canning itself ,which can be a very beautiful thing if done very hard and accurate .your enjoyment is paramount in all this ,if its really hurting me it should bring great joy to you i hope the best mistresses can really delive in the touch toes position accurately and i hope will really hurt properly .the best experiences are real ones .to be fair to you i like to wear the right pants for a canning but some mistresses enjoy it on the bare bum .so i have to consider you there .we would have a discussion ist i hope ,it is a very private and special thing for both of us afterall .what would your fee be !then it only remains for me to contact you when i can do it .

-As you can see, I am ever the diplomat.

Mistress
I was unable to complete the task you set me. I left your domaine and walked uncomfortably in the rain to the tube. I felt like James Dean in the poster. It was as though your cruelty had drained every ounce of energy from me.

But I was happy that you had tried to extend the limits of my orifices and assaulted my senses of sight, touch, smell and taste.

I looked at the ordinary late night shoppers carrying their retail comforts with disdain. We who know and need strong sensations are the truly extraordinary. I know I will need those sensations again.

-My reply was:
I am disappointed that you failed in your task. However, I am pleased that my efforts to extend your experience and push your boundaries weren't wasted.

I considered your role as a 'slave' to be one where it was necessary for unexpected and perhaps unwelcome discomforts to be suffered in order for you to appreciate the experience you had requested. Your comments about laying your own towels for the golden shower prompted this...

In any case, I look forward to your next visit.

-His discomfort was due to the tobasco carefully painted on his genitals.