There are good days, and then there are bad days
By Elizabeth Swan onToday started off so promising. I had had a great weekend with a friend/slave. We met on Saturday at my place in Margate where we had a prolonged bondage session. Then we drove to his house for the rest of the weekend. Normally I either see him in London or at his residence in Kent but he wanted to visit my Margate space. It was the first time he had visited and he saw in it the same potential that I do. Huge bathroom for watersports and a storage cupboard that can be converted to a cell. I love projects. Well I love them until I begin them that is! So we began our session with him bending over my desk for a spot of cp. Then I took him into my dungeon room where I shackled him spreadeagled to the bed and left him for an hour while I went back into the living room to play my piano. God it is a hard life being a Domme isn't it? (Well actually sometimes it is. I shall get to that.) After I had teased him for a little while I released him. He was incredibly sexually frustrated so I applied some deep heat so he would have something else to focus on on the journey home. Afterwards we set off for a weekend of champagne, watersports and countryside walks. Then this morning I caught the train to go back to Margate as I had a session scheduled. Initially I had had two one hour sessions booked but one slave had cancelled. Now my regulars know I only normally see one person per day and normally for a two hour booking. The exception being if I have two clients who have booked an hour each. And I would never normally go to Margate for a one hour booking but as I saw it it wasn’t HIS fault that the other man had cancelled. So off I went. I welcomed my new slave. As usual we had a brief conversation about what was going to take place during the session. After this was done I asked him if we could take care of business. I normally don't have to ask for the tribute so maybe I didn't say it clearly enough. He looked confused and said, “Business?” “You know. The tribute.” (Can you see what is about to happen dear reader?) “I paid you. By Amazon!” “Erm, you paid me fifty. That is the deposit.” Within a minute he was exiting my front door. Three hour round train trip. Cleaning dungeon. Cleaning equipment. Manicure, pedicure, stockings, suspenders, clothes, hair, makeup. What a fucking disaster.