Not a proper post today, but continuing in the same theme of actual things that actually happened to the actual me…
So… I had a wonderful session last week with my wonderful beautiful smart creative and witty regular domme. And one of the wonderful things this wonderful person decided to do was have me kneel before her while she read a poem and occasionally she’d stop and I had to guess the rhyming word and if I didn’t get it right she slapped my face.
And that’s a lot of fun if you’re me. And the poem she chose was The Raven by Poe.
And I was just thinking as I knelt there, looking happily into her smiling face, that this is quite a strange thing for a sex worker (that is a term she uses and is proud of) to do. I mean, some sex workers presumably have actual sex, although that’s not an activity I’ve ever tried in session. We all have our limits, after all. Sitting there, fully clothed, reading poetry and occasionally slapping someone is an odd thing for a sex worker to do. If you think about it and I was thinking about it, while also frequently trying to guess a rhyme and being slapped when necessary.
And then she got to the line “And is there balm in Gilead” and I suddenly had a profound moment of deja vue (and a good hard slap) as I remembered this:
…which I had previously posted in my almost universally unpopular series of ‘Rule 18‘ posts, in which I put up pictures (usually uncaptioned) of lovely ladies dressed or behaving weirdly, and one is supposed to imagine the poor things gamely trying hard to fulfill some usually unseen client’s ludicrously over-complicated sexual fantasy.
I particularly liked the one above… even though I had to caption it. It’s the expression of vague embarrassment on the blonde lady’s face and the way her colleague declaiming is making such an effort to get it right. (My wonderful domme did it effortlessly of course).
The original ‘Advice to a novice domme’ post defining a ‘Rule 18’ violation is below:
That’s all for today. Abnormal service as usual from now on.
Oh all right then, you’ve read this far, you can have one new captioned image. Advice to a novice domme, obviously. Which (for the avoidance of doubt) my own wonderful, clever, elegant, creative and perfect domme does not need.