So, what was I saying about hideous genitalia? It's interesting to note how swiftly this becomes mundane. Gut churning acne or curious scars become a great deal more interesting. Of late, my main concern has become foot fungus. I was playing in my own home, after all. I got THE FEAR OF FUNGUS. Warty feet would terrify me...as I drowned a man in a bucket of my own urine...I'd piss all over the place and then carefully disinfect everything that this man's feet had been in contact with.

But, not everyone has horrifying feet and I managed to avoid even the curse of athletes' foot - which was often running rampant in those first shared dungeons I played in.

So, back to dear Primrose and his nipples. I recall that they were plump sultana nipples from being tortured so often. It was in watching my new employer deal with Primrose that I learned the old adage, 'just take what cash they have and do what you will'. I'm sure every sex worker is familiar with this one. On this particular occasion, a delirious and whimpering Primrose was allowed through the door, only to have it revealed that he had nothing but fifty dollars in his pocket. I was very intrigued and hanging around the lounge room in my cheap PVC, with my ear pressed to the wall, wondering what oh what would happen.

It was very simple. Mistress S (as I'll call her from now on) had a bit of a shout. You know how it goes: How dare you, who do you think you are, scumbag, worm, pathetic, etc. Then it was, TAKE THIS TISSUE, MASTURBATE INTO IT AND GET OUT. Darling Primrose dutifully did so and was sent off with a flea in his ear and a soggy tissue in his pocket. If I was into paperwork, I would have been taking notes. Some Mistresses do take notes. I'm too lazy and prefer to rely on hazy memory.

But, I'm jumping ahead.

Before Primrose and his/her soggy tissue came along, there was my initial training session. But, I have to go and have a FABULOUS time at the gym for a while. Timing is everything, after all. More soon.