Instant Whips And Dream Toppings
Oops! How come I didn't know about this when I was married...
by Jacky Donovan on 11/10/13Maybe I should've learned earlier in life how to crack the whip. Photo of wife and husband #bdsm # fetish
Guy Fawkes Night a few years ago and a chat that sparked the thought of working as a Dominatrix
by Jacky Donovan on 11/05/13
It
wasn’t quite dark outside, yet the conversation I was having with Max kept
being interrupted by the pounding of fireworks, as if Guy Fawkes were on the
warpath again.
“Naked? And people being whipped?” A
boom from outside. Max was
incredulous, his eyes sparkling. For once I’d discovered something he knew
nothing about.
I nodded. “It was unbelievable, Max.
I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Crack.
“In full view of everyone else?”
I nodded again, enjoying recounting
the night’s activities to him, getting a further kick out of the fact that,
while I’d been party to the weirdest, most eye-opening night of my life, he’d
probably been stuck at home, apple-bobbing with his wife and kids.
Whizz.
“How many people were there?”
“I dunno. About a hundred, maybe.”
“Bloody hell. And they’d all paid
their entrance fee? And bought drinks?”
Another huge bang, a burst of
fluorescent red and white sparks in the sky.
“So, you’re looking at, what?” I
could almost see the sparks in his brain. “Two grand a night. Minimum? For
three or four hours?”
“I suppose so.”
“Phew...” Max whistled. “We’re both
in the wrong line of work. Maybe you should open something like that back at
our place?”
“Where?” I’d laughed. “In the
cafeteria?”
Boom.
“I’m serious, Kim. Did you enjoy
it?”
“Yeah, it was great. Met some nice
people. Saw some interesting objects. You can use Brillo pads you know. People
love it.”
“Honestly, Kim. Why don’t you think
about doing something similar?”
“Are you crazy? It’s a bit of a
career jump. I don’t know if I could.” My stock response, again.
“Why couldn’t you? You said you
enjoyed it.”
“And what about you?” I looked at
him. “Wouldn’t you mind?”
“What, if you were whipping people?
No. I love our little escapades with other people. You know what it does to
me.”
Two more loud and colourful
explosions in the darkening sky...
I shivered. I knew how much it had
turned him on when we’d fooled around with Rebecca last year, although his
subsequent desire to do it again with her had pissed me off. Yet the occasions
when we’d done it again with other girls had also fuelled our passions ever
further and higher. We never did it more than once with the same girl though.
And since meeting Danielle, I’d also picked up
women myself from time to time. Well, quite a lot actually. Every single time
it happened, I would tell Max. He got off on hearing about it just as much as I
did doing it. And, whenever I was with another woman, it was as if Max was
there, encouraging me, joining in…
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it,
I suppose. If I don’t get that other job
I’ve applied for then I might just have to.”
“And if you do, you might just have
to anyway.” He kissed me. “I’ve told you it’s a dead duck.”
“Shut up,” I said. “You’re not right
all the time you know.” But as I ruffled his hair and thought back to the
weekend, I shivered again. Did I want to continue in the corporate world of
long meetings and late nights, rotting inside a corpse’s shell for another
forty thousand years?
Perhaps Max was right again. That it
was time for me to do something else? I ummed and aahed over the S and M. I
even found a café in
Islington called S&M which I took to be a sign, only to discover later it
stood for sausages and mash. Was I actually ready for a complete change of
career then? Did I really wanna be startin’ somethin’...?
Fizzz...
How come the school careers adviser never suggested a future as a DOM?!
by Jacky Donovan on 10/30/13When I grow up I want to be...a teacher? a nurse? a musician? or a Dominatrix?? The school didn't see THAT one coming. (Me neither!) http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/former-newcastle-schoolgirl-lifts-lid-6245510
