Whether by sitting in front of an alter meditating or being beaten and ass raped by a hot dirty blonde... anyway you can get there.
I looked up at her as she toweled off her hands above me. "You wanna go to dinner?"
"I have a girlfriend."
"You don't like boys?"
"I like them fine."
"You like me."
"You keep saying I do."
"You keep smiling at me like you do."
"You were fun to play with." And with that and a sly smile, she left the bathroom.
She was back in Madison Avenue Advertising, waiting politely for me to open the front door, like after regular old first date. The only difference being, I didn't need to walk her down stairs and put her in a cab.
Dollface - lemme 'splain something to you. As a mostly-retired Pro Domme, I can say with a rock-hard certainty that NO, despite her polite deameanor and kindly smile, the Domme did not FEEL anything for you. If given the choice between dinner with you and Pap smear, we'd be begging our GYN to slather up the speculum.
While we may develop personal friendships with regular clients after an extended period of time, it is never after a first session, and always of our own choosing. We don't LIKE you. You may scratch our itch or pay our bills, but the moment after your usefulness has been wrung from you, and we have done our aftercare, we want our lives back, and you mayn't have any more. CERTAINLY not outside the dungeon walls.
You are not a date. You are a job. If it ever is to be more, it's OUR decision, and don't you dare ever ask. You'll only get contempt or pity.
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