Two Pricks and a Groper
By Elizabeth Swan on
There is one very good reason that I am still in this industry after all this time. And that is because of the people who I choose to see. I don’t always get it right. Sometimes I have not gone with my gut and the man has been a boundary pusher in session. One of those “I can always tell a sub/women always like the way I worship them/why don’t you use me for your pleasure!” etc. I’ve heard it all.
But usually I get it right. I probably see thirty percent of the men who approach me. And apart from the odd mistake (possibly one a year) they all have one thing in common. They are nice men. They all like different things which is what I enjoy. Variety is the spice of life and all that.
Which brings me to my resident day in Bristol. I have some lovely regs now in Bristol and I have had some beautifully complimentary emails after sessions. I have played with a few couples, one couple is returning in a month to see me again. And that is all great. I enjoy their company and I like playing with them.
I work in a certain way. I block quickly and once someone has messed me around there are no second chances.
But the dungeon in Bristol has a phone which the resident slave answers.
“It’s Steve*. He wants to see you.”
Luckily I remembered who he was. He had booked a session a few months before that he hadn’t turned up for. When he booked, the dungeon had assured me he always turned up. But he hadn’t and I had turned down a session for him. Losing money and putting my stockings on for nothing is an instant block and also why I insist on a deposit if you are booking through me.
“I don’t see him. He really mucked me around last time.”
The resident slave said “sorry mate, she’s busy all day.”
Then the guy started whatsapping me, asking why I wouldn’t see him. So I blocked him again, this time via whatsapp.
Why does a man want to see a Mistress who doesn’t want to see him?
But I needed to get my head back in the game. Forget about him as I had a lovely new client. And it was a fabulous session with a delightful sissy. She was shaved and well presented and she gave me a thank you card with a sweet note inside. Dressing her up and pegging her was a delight. When subs are like this, it makes my job the best job in the world.
After she left I was in a great mood. For about ten minutes.
“Another walk in. In the meet and greet room.”
I had watched the man walk in on our CCTV and I didn’t like his swagger.
“He does know it isn’t a brothel, right?”
“Yes. I asked him if he was looking for a Mistress and he said yes.”
So I walked into the room where he was waiting. He stared at my breasts as I walked in and then reached out and grabbed one. “What do you offer then?” He said with a cocky leer.
I said loudly “I’m a dominatrix but I’m offering you nothing. You don’t grope a woman. Ever. Now you need to leave.” And I stepped back and shouted for the resident slave.
“He’s leaving.” I said and I walked back into the living room.
Twelve years as a dominatrix and that has never happened to me. In session I can be quite sensual. I like being massaged and it isn’t unusual for me to use my vibrator on myself after I have pegged a sub. Sometimes, a sub can touch my breasts. I like it and I enjoy it but it isn’t every time and it is always when I consent. When I am in the mood. But the entitlement of that man, to do that to a woman makes me, at the time of writing, want to hit him with something very heavy.
Then finally, as shitheads always come in threes, I get a message from someone who I had never seen before, but I knew he used the house regularly. A few messages in and we had agreed a time and a duration. Thirty minutes.
I don’t usually do thirty minutes but I was there, I was dressed and I wanted a session to take my mind off the groper.
“How much do you usually pay a Mistress?”
“Forty or fifty.” Came the response and so I told him to forget it. Of course he then thought we were at market and he wanted to haggle so I blocked him as well.
I don’t subscribe to the idea that Dommes are not service providers. I own it. I offer a service and subs pay me for that service. But, and there is a huge but, a business does not have to serve every customer. Just as Tesco can throw someone out and refuse their business, so can I. Happily working as a dominatrix for twelve years and counting because I don’t take all comers. Whether they are multi millionaires offering me thousands for a blowjob or a man offering me 40 quid because he thinks I have had a quiet day so I’ll take his money.
All money is not good money. I’m mid forties now. I’m confident, more skilled and know my boundaries far more than when I entered this business.
But if you are a new dominatrix and you are reading this, money comes and goes. It is your mental health that will suffer if you begin saying yes to men who push your boundaries. Longevity in this business comes from saying no. So just say no.
Elizabeth Swan