Contemplating going Pro

I’ve been in the lifestyle for many years. I’ve spent a great deal of time perfecting my craft, honing my skills, defining my brand of domination and becoming really comfortable with it. I retired, mainly because of boredom, mainly because I was looking for a vanilla relationship with a brotha that doesn’t seem to exist. I’m out of retirement, not because I was bored with the vanilla lifestyle, only because I haven’t found the partner of my dreams. I’ve never taken money for my domination because I have never wanted a white man to feel as if he’s purchasing me, that I have to conform to his fantasies.

The opportunity to join a dungeon and become a pro has presented itself and I’m really unsure of how to proceed. On one hand, I think becoming a pro will eliminate a lot of needless communication. I have no interest in cyber domination; I have absolutely no interest in prolonged emails and excessive chatting. If I’m a Pro, I advertise on pro sites, describe my brand of domination, if a sub wants to pluck down the money for my services, then he does. If he doesn’t, he moves on.

I’m not sure about the legality of my particular brand of domination. I’m going to have to do some research. I know that the bisexual servitude that I require would be considered illegal. I would have to imagine that my particular brand of strapon domination would be considered illegal as well. I’m not at all interested in breaking the law, especially to satisfy the desires of some white dude, but I’m also aware that just spanking some dude, no matter how painfully, is not who I am as a Domme. I’m really not going to pay to give showers. I can see it now, the second my book comes out, the line of white men lining up to say that they paid me to shit on them would be lined up around the FOX News studios, whether I had or not.

I know it also exposes me to the psycho stalkers who are obsessed with me. The dungeon will have security and a screening process but I don’t think that will stop the twisted fucks who think they are in love with me because of some story they read, or they commissioned me to write for them, from having access to me. That creeps me out. On the other hand, I don’t think it’s anything wrong with profiting from my skill set. I am an exceptional Domme. I’m not a woman pretending to be dominant to make money. I’m not a woman who is trying to feel empowered to compensate for some childhood issues or who is taking out her frustrations on men. I know I have a large following because of my writing and that has value. It’s something that I will have to give great consideration.

As Smooth as Silk

I like to splurge sometimes on life’s little luxuries. It makes me feel sexy to have some of the world’s finest silk caressing my body beneath the severe business suits I have to wear during the day. Delicate satins, sheer lingerie, and alluring teddies in red, black or pink contrast my conservative public demeanor quite uniquely.

Of course, at night, I can completely let my hair down so to speak and be as decadent as I want to be. Just know that tonight, I’ve taken an especially long time bathing, pampering myself and making sure every square inch of my body, from my perfectly pedicured red toes to my matching red fingertips, is soft, supple, and waiting for you to explore. While we are at the restaurant dining, you can imagine my full breasts encased in black lace, waiting to be released so you can suck my hard nipples. My matching black lace panties are already moist as my pussy leaks with sweet juices in preparation for your mouth.

If you think you can be discrete, you can slide your hand up under my skirt and caress my thighs. My silk stockings are imports directly from France. The seam runs perfectly up my sculpted calf and the sexy lace at the top is secured with my garter belt. We have to be especially careful not to run them so perhaps when we get home, you might want to use extra caution when removing my black, patent-leather high-heeled stilettos. A nice foot massage would feel really nice; feeling your hands caress my high arches and your mouth sucking my toes would drive me crazy. You licking and sucking my nylon-covered foot is highly erotic and I couldn’t help but rub my other foot on your hard dick, desperate to be freed from your pants. Of course, if you like, we can keep my stockings and garters on while you fuck me, feeling my silk-covered legs wrapped around you as you drive your erection in my hot, tight, pussy over and over as I call out your name.

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