On Being Paid

I’ve been paid to dress as a super hero. To take my cloths off. To pretend to be their mommy and change their adult size diaper. To take my cloths off again. To dress up as a nun. To dress up as a school teacher. To dress up as a Doctor. To dress up as their boss. To dress in warm scratchy sweaters or slick black vinyl. To wear vintage stockings and heels most women readily admit to not being able walk in.

I have been paid to whip someone till they welted and bled. I’ve been paid to administer enemas. To fuck … pretty most most of the adult male population .. in the butt. To bind them and restrain them.To teach a wife to hurt her husband, safely and properly and with just enough joy as to make him feel that she enjoys it, when realistically, not so much. But she loves him, so she does.

I’ve been paid to walk someone like a dog in a local public park. To make him buy me panties under my watchful eye – and the confused gaze of the sales woman. To buy me other, much more expensive gifts.

I’ve been paid to watch. I’ve been paid to ignore. I’ve been paid to listen.

I’ve been paid to pee on people. To spit on them and humiliate them. To fart in someones face. Once I was paid to poop on someone. That one did not work out well. I can’t poop ever, let alone on command, squatting in heels. Also? OMFG! Gross! But I still don’t feel guilt about trying it. Slightly guilty about dumping a pudding covered banana on him rather then, simply dumping on him, but really, not that much.I’ve been paid to point and laugh.

I have been paid to drink expensive champagne and make out with my girlfriend by someone famous.

I have been paid, more then once to masturbate while they watched. (I was going to do that one anyway. Nice to make a couple extra bucks while at it though!)