Bring me my chariot of shame!
By Elizabeth Swan onOrganisation and good time keeping are essential in my business. Has the violet wand been used for too long? Does the ginger need to come out? Is he bored? Am I bored? So change, change, change. Whether that's candle wax, electrics, CP, CBT, watersports, role-play whatever. Pain, reward, pain, reward. It's actually easy when you get the hang of it. Then there is THE most obvious and simple rule. (Well, aside from don't kill your slave) Never, must two slaves meet. Discretion and all that. So five years into being a dominatrix you would think I had this last point sorted. But... well...puck was five minutes late for his session. Then we overran a little because we were laughing. I had made him sing Jerusalem while he was wanking. If he forgot the words I would command him to stop. He finally managed to reach the, er...end. Then as he was dressing there was a knock at the door. It was the professor. “Quick!” I said to puck. “In the bathroom!” He ran in and I let the professor into the hotel room. It was at that point that I realised that there was no-where for HIM to hide so puck could exit. So I did the only thing I could possibly do. I told the professor to sit in the corner with his back to the bathroom door and I then threw a black velvet blanket over him. I then told puck to come out of the bathroom. puck came out and must have been a little surprised to see the black clad entity sitting quietly in the corner. I told puck to hurry up and put his socks on. At this point the absurdity of the situation hit me and I ran to the professor and whispered through the throw, “Would you like to meet puck?” At that point he disentangled himself from the blanket and the two met and shook hands. It was as civilised as if they had met at a garden party.