I know in previous posts that I've mentioned that I like to use Craigslist like the ultimate wishing well. I was in need of a new bra but didn't have any money. Now you may be thinking what's the big deal it's a bra? Well as a girl with really big boobs, bras in my size are not cheap. In particular, I like a specific brand of bras from Belgium- PrimaDonna. They feel like someone is holding my breasts with their hands! So to me, it's totally worth the $100 plus they cost.
So I placed an ad on CL asking someone to buy me a bra and in exchange they could see me pick it out, help me try it and if I'm feeling it, we could fool around after we purchased the bra. Seemed like a win-win situation; I get a new bra and some stranger gets to see my breasts. Naturally there were about 25 people who wanted to buy me a bra. It was very hard to choose just one person. I didn't have to pick just one- hell I had chosen 5 0r 6 guys would fit the bill.
So my plan was to get a few new bras; one isn't really enough anyway. Around the same time my iPhone was stolen out of my purse, so I was thinking of getting extra bras and returns some of them to have enough money to buy a new phone. Many of the responses made me laugh but ultimately I chose an older German man. He turned out to be a great choice. He didn't blink when the bill for the bra came- $129 and it was a beautiful red lacy bra. There weren't any matching panties, so I couldn't get them as well.
Since I found him so fun, I took him back to my house and he didn't leave until 4 hours later! For a man of 46, I was surprised at his level of energy. We made plans to get together again. So once he left and after my nap, I started looking for someone else to buy me another bra.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Can I get a houseboy?
I'm not sure if mentioned that when I was in grad school, I worked as a dominatrix for 6 months. I saw the job post in the back of a free local newspaper and called the ad because I thought it was a joke. I went down and met the lady who managed the place and she told me to come back the next day to shadow some of the other ladies who worked there. Since I'm a naturally dominate person, this job was pretty easy. It was a little awkward at first but then it was easy. And this was a job that paid cash at the end of the day. On the downside, I was surrounded by a bunch of pervs all day and I constantly worried about seeing those men outside.
So one of the perks of being a dominatrix, aside from being able to beat people when you're angry, is that you can get a houseboy. A houseboy is man who will do whatever you want in exchange for being punished. And as if that wasn't enough, you can force them to do things as well; maintain erections for long periods of time without release, working in the nude, giving massages, etc.
I've had three houseboys in the past and in all instances I found them to be a lot of work. Since there can be a sexual component with a houseboy, I won't keep one when I'm seeing someone. But about a month ago, I looked around my house and thought "who the hell is going to clean this mess?" Enter Craigslist and the search for a houseboy begins. I know from past experience that I have to clearly state what I'm looking for and that "this is not for everyone".
After aggressively screening all the replies, I decided to meet with a few potential houseboys. I figured the best way to meet them was one after another on the same day. And since I had spoken to all of them on the phone, I figured this would be nice and easy. Naturally I was late to meet the first guy, Jack but I called to say I would be late. Jack actually had placed an ad of his own looking for a Dom. He was tall, thin, attractive and very southern. We had a natural repoire and if it wasn't because I had two other people to meet after him, I'm sure we would have spent more time together. The next guy was exactly the kind of weirdo you'd think would be interested in being a houseboy. Tim looked like Dieter except he was blonde and I had to keep reminding him to look me in the face; avoiding eye contact with the Dom is standard behavior for submissives. I met the last guy, Rob, at a Starbucks about a mile from my house and he was just like the dad on Modern Family and basically happy that someone was listening to him.
I decided to have Jack over for an audition, where he would do some task for me and we could see if we'd be a good match. Upon arriving, he made me a drink and then I had him remove all of his clothes so I could inspect him. As he looked at the floor, I made comments about his body and then asked him why he was not rock hard even though we had agreed this would be part of our arrangement. In order to help with this, I grabbed his very large dick quite firmly and demanded that he become aroused. While I was waiting for his full arousal, I had him move some furniture around in my living room. When I noticed that he wasn't fully aroused, I hit his dick with a riding crop. This would have continued had I not noticed that I managed to break a blood vessel or two. Because now there were some spots on this dick. So we ended our time there. It was an awkward ending but considering he broke two of my glasses, I felt like we were even.
Jack got dressed and then offered me some weed. Naturally I said yes. Now when I'm getting high, there are very few things I like to do. I like to sit on the couch, watch funny movies, eat snacks or my favorite thing, get laid. So here I am, high and very aroused but part of maintaining my control over Jack is to not have sex with him. Even though I really want to. He hung out for about an hour after our session and all I could think about was fucking him. But in light of the injury he sustained, it didn't seem like a good idea.
Since our first meeting was just before Xmas, getting together a second time was tricky. We texted a few times and talked on the phone. Then yesterday I sent Jack a text telling him to check his email because I had a task for him; writing an essay on why he should be my houseboy. About 30 minutes later, he sent me a text asking if I was free to talk. When he got on the phone, he sounded nervous and sad. He proceeded to tell me that his business has run into some problems and he needed to focus on that and can't give me the time that I require. He also said that he "couldn't satisfy me on many levels", which I thought was weird but I didn't really ask what that meant because I could tell that he had practiced this phone call. He asked if we could get together at a later date when his business wasn't so frantic and told me how great I was. He also said to contact him whenever I felt like talking which also seemed weird. I told him I was sad but I understood that you have to take care of your personal needs before you could handle someone else's. I suggested that we get together for a drink. I mean, just because he's not doing my dishes that doesn't that I shouldn't get to sleep with him.
So the news of him not being able to work for me has me bummed out. Even though I have met two other people who will be auditioning for me next week and I've found someone to serve as my personal pussy slave, Jack's departure is sad news for me. I guess I was already too attached to him, otherwise I wouldn't be so bothered. Hopefully Jack will be joining me at the Silent Porn Film Festival this weekend; we had planned on going together.
So one of the perks of being a dominatrix, aside from being able to beat people when you're angry, is that you can get a houseboy. A houseboy is man who will do whatever you want in exchange for being punished. And as if that wasn't enough, you can force them to do things as well; maintain erections for long periods of time without release, working in the nude, giving massages, etc.
I've had three houseboys in the past and in all instances I found them to be a lot of work. Since there can be a sexual component with a houseboy, I won't keep one when I'm seeing someone. But about a month ago, I looked around my house and thought "who the hell is going to clean this mess?" Enter Craigslist and the search for a houseboy begins. I know from past experience that I have to clearly state what I'm looking for and that "this is not for everyone".
After aggressively screening all the replies, I decided to meet with a few potential houseboys. I figured the best way to meet them was one after another on the same day. And since I had spoken to all of them on the phone, I figured this would be nice and easy. Naturally I was late to meet the first guy, Jack but I called to say I would be late. Jack actually had placed an ad of his own looking for a Dom. He was tall, thin, attractive and very southern. We had a natural repoire and if it wasn't because I had two other people to meet after him, I'm sure we would have spent more time together. The next guy was exactly the kind of weirdo you'd think would be interested in being a houseboy. Tim looked like Dieter except he was blonde and I had to keep reminding him to look me in the face; avoiding eye contact with the Dom is standard behavior for submissives. I met the last guy, Rob, at a Starbucks about a mile from my house and he was just like the dad on Modern Family and basically happy that someone was listening to him.
I decided to have Jack over for an audition, where he would do some task for me and we could see if we'd be a good match. Upon arriving, he made me a drink and then I had him remove all of his clothes so I could inspect him. As he looked at the floor, I made comments about his body and then asked him why he was not rock hard even though we had agreed this would be part of our arrangement. In order to help with this, I grabbed his very large dick quite firmly and demanded that he become aroused. While I was waiting for his full arousal, I had him move some furniture around in my living room. When I noticed that he wasn't fully aroused, I hit his dick with a riding crop. This would have continued had I not noticed that I managed to break a blood vessel or two. Because now there were some spots on this dick. So we ended our time there. It was an awkward ending but considering he broke two of my glasses, I felt like we were even.
Jack got dressed and then offered me some weed. Naturally I said yes. Now when I'm getting high, there are very few things I like to do. I like to sit on the couch, watch funny movies, eat snacks or my favorite thing, get laid. So here I am, high and very aroused but part of maintaining my control over Jack is to not have sex with him. Even though I really want to. He hung out for about an hour after our session and all I could think about was fucking him. But in light of the injury he sustained, it didn't seem like a good idea.
Since our first meeting was just before Xmas, getting together a second time was tricky. We texted a few times and talked on the phone. Then yesterday I sent Jack a text telling him to check his email because I had a task for him; writing an essay on why he should be my houseboy. About 30 minutes later, he sent me a text asking if I was free to talk. When he got on the phone, he sounded nervous and sad. He proceeded to tell me that his business has run into some problems and he needed to focus on that and can't give me the time that I require. He also said that he "couldn't satisfy me on many levels", which I thought was weird but I didn't really ask what that meant because I could tell that he had practiced this phone call. He asked if we could get together at a later date when his business wasn't so frantic and told me how great I was. He also said to contact him whenever I felt like talking which also seemed weird. I told him I was sad but I understood that you have to take care of your personal needs before you could handle someone else's. I suggested that we get together for a drink. I mean, just because he's not doing my dishes that doesn't that I shouldn't get to sleep with him.
So the news of him not being able to work for me has me bummed out. Even though I have met two other people who will be auditioning for me next week and I've found someone to serve as my personal pussy slave, Jack's departure is sad news for me. I guess I was already too attached to him, otherwise I wouldn't be so bothered. Hopefully Jack will be joining me at the Silent Porn Film Festival this weekend; we had planned on going together.
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