Time is Money
I have always tried not to see clients who truly annoyed me or pushed my limits. Those are the clients that will make you resent your job, your other clients as well as people in general.
But there was one client who I saw for years. He annoyed me from the first session, but always seemed to have a special knack for knowing when to call.
“I’m sorry, your transmission needs to be replaced. It’s not going to be cheap.”
ring ring – “Hello Mistress? It’s Joe.”
Uhg.
“Looks like you are going to need a root canal. Your insurance only covers half.”
ring ring – “Hello Mistress? It’s Joe.”
Uhg.
“If I see two more clients this week, I’ll be able to spend an extra week in Europe!”
ring ring – “Hello Mistress? It’s Joe.”
Uhg.
He was a nice enough guy, although a bit dim. And he was into something I could just never wrap my brain around. He wanted to lick my sweaty armpits after I worked out. He wanted to sniff my dirtiest heels and chew on my stinkiest stockings. And then he wanted me to pee on him while we talked about him being at the bottom of the porta potty that all my friends used at some big party he was having in his head.
Because we Dominatrix looooove us a porta potty. Who needs indoor plumbing when you could have a porta potty filled with willing slaves? Who will lick you clean afterwards?!
(I know. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth as well.)
Thing is, I didn’t want a stinky pair of shoes sitting around. I certainly didn’t want his tongue in my armpit. And NEVER in my stinky ass, where he would really like to have put it. Which certainly was not stinky ThankYouVeryMuch! I would save the stockings he worshipped only for him and try to wear the same panties two days in a row for him, but still. I like to shower. I like to smell like flowers and coconut and maybe a splash of vanilla.
But every single time I had a financial setback, there he would be. And that I would be, thinking to myself…
I hate you but I’m peeing on you anyway.
What have you found yourself doing something, repeatedly, despite your best intentions, because of timing and money.
I worked at a casino. It sucked donkey balls, but I couldn't find a job in my chosen field to save my life, and I had to do something. I went to black jack dealer school and passed my audition with flying colors, but I quite while I was waiting for an opening on the floor. I was afraid that because the money was so good, that I would get in a place financially where I would never leave. I had another job in the wings or I would have stayed. Since I have been out of work for so long I find my mind drifting in the direction of "well...there is always the casino" *shudder*.
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