This week started out in the most frustrating way possible…
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The flu made a very aggressive sweeping round through Seattle, taking out nearly each and every one of my scheduled appointments one by one. My sympathy meter was off the charts as boys dropped off like flies, tucking in for several days of high fever and binge watching Netflix, while by contrast – I nestled into the very real possibility that I was in for some serious Pro Domme tease and denial.
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I don’t think I really talk about it much, but I love everything about my job. The clerical work I could do without – or perhaps have a few extra hands to help out, but everything about the visits themselves thrills me. From the moment I start planning, I feel that inevitable rush of anticipation – a chill will run down my spine – whether I’m seeing someone for the first time or 50th, I am deeply and overwhelmingly caught up in the excitement.
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The rush stays with me right up until I’ve had a chance to expel that energy, all over the bound and captive victim I have tethered up in my dungeon – unless of course, something springs up to interfere with our plans.
The whole week was one of anticipation and suspense until I felt like I would literally start knocking on doors and kidnapping some of my favored playmates just to get my fix – flu be damned! Until of course, I did the very sensible thing of taking to Twitter and mentioning my plight.
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Immediately, and I mean within hours, I had an overwhelming response from willing victims offering themselves up for my pleasure. Much to my joy, some of these dear deviants I hadn’t heard from in months, so not only was I going to have the chance to satisfy my carnal needs after all, I’d be graced with a chance to reconnect with some visitors I hadn’t seen in ages.
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That said, it wasn’t lost on me how many emails and texts were from people I see all the time. It made me realize, more so than ever, how in tune you all are with making sure I am a very content and satisfied Dominatrix.
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I likely don’t say this enough, but I’ve never felt so welcomed, happy and fulfilled. While you all have lives outside of me, I enjoy our deep and meaningful connections – whether that be by the hour or in a bizarre quasi friendship/relationship that has blossomed as an extension of that. You are my joy, my happiness and the root of my passion. From the truffles left on my doorstep when I’m having a bad day to the cheerful texts to wish me a happy weekend and a million other touching gestures outside of that I could spend all evening trying to encapsulate – you pets are my reason for smiling and enjoying every moment of my decadent life.
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