Swimming delayed.

Dammit. This appointment was set for noon…I told him I am a dominatrix, I don’t do massage, I ran down a simplified list of the most requested activities I get into.

He shows up before 11:15. When he asked for 11:30 on the phone I told him “No” and he accepted the noon appointment. Then he shows up at 11:45 because I wouldn’t let him in. I still told him to come back at noon. I will not be manipulated into a time when i told him on the phone “Not till noon.”

Then he comes back at noon. Actually 12:04, but this is not as bad as rushing me, and not excessively late.

We sit down for consensual negotiations. He says that he wants basically foreplay because his wife neglects him. “No!” I tell him that those are the services escorts provide that is why their ads say, “the girl friend experience”.

I tell him I need him to be able to express his consensual limitations, and have some reasonable insight to where his fantasies stem in BDSM. I don’t follow script, but his fantasies clue me into the dynamic, and his psychological approach to the scene. Psychology is essential to BDSM, to know what mostlikely spawned his fantasies, and to know how to use his fantasies to take him somewhere new and exciting that works with my fantasies and fetishes.

Then out of his desperation for some type of attention he says he will do what ever to be allowed to stay. I wouldn’t accept it. I need to know that the person before me is giving themself to me because there is a want to, not because they are so lonely and desperate that even bad attention would be good attention. I need to know that I am not going to hear the safeword every five seconds. If they call safe words every few seconds it usually means that neither of us derive any pleasure from the scene. Both of us leave frustrated, and I get a huge headache.

If I did domination strictly because of financial gain I would have no problem accepting that session, but I love BDSM, and to accept it would ruin something that I find great pleasure in.

The moral of this story…communicate clearly, know what you are here for, and don’t cause me a headache or I will send you home….No soup for you.