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| Sun 4 Apr 10, 2:42 PM promaster01 UK(CF), 2 yrs £   |
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| 4 Apr 10, 3:36 PM lisal 9 yrs |
Very good | ||
| 4 Apr 10, 4:43 PM deepspace 4 yrs |
It was 1974. I was 16... just out of school and working. (£10/10 shillings a week). I was as horny as hell; flooded out with strange feelings and desires that I could not understand or find reference to anywhere. Then I discovered Soho. The book shops contained revelation. American imported domination magazines such as "Bizarre Life" made me realise "it was not just me" who had these ideas. This was something I needed to find out much more about. The visit to this area became a nightly ritual. The magazines in their cellophane wrappers were so frustratingly priced beyond my meagre budget (credit cards had not been invented yet). Gazing at their enticing covers fed my desires and inflamed frantic nightly masturbation. Then I spotted the cards in the shop windows. Strange messages with telephone numbers... could these be the women who were in the magazines I lusted over? I was literally tripping out with desire. I had to ring them... find out more! They were always curt (not quite rude) on the phone... but this only made me more eager. Finally I was resolved. The required amount saved up (more than a weeks wages) and I rung the “young lady” with the “Full Leather Wardrobe... Strict and exacting training given”. As I approached the door my heart was pounding so hard in my ears I could barely make out the “first floor dearie" over the door intercom. With a clunk the impressive door to the mansion block was open and my head was dizzy with an intoxicating mixture of fear, excitement, adrenaline and endorphins. I would slither and crawl up to a Mistress's front door if I felt like that nowadays. An elderly woman opened the door... oh my good this can't be the right flat... "Its alright sweetie come this way, the young lady will be with you in a minute”. I was shown into a small room, single bed, bedside table lamp glowing red along side a large box of tissues. No sign of the full leather wardrobe. That must be in another room I thought as I sat on the scruffy, well worn, arm chair. The respite was welcome as I was able to gather my thoughts and calm down a little and then suddenly the door burst open. “How old are you then” she said cooly staring at me intently… dressed in a satin nightgown revealing stockings, suspenders and high heels, not exactly the leather clad dominatrix I was expecting. I… I… I… I… stuttering like a machine gun, swallowing hard, “21 years old” I lied. “You don't look it, what are you looking for today?” Now this really threw me. Didn't she know? I mean that is why I had come here to find out what I was looking for. I… I… I… I… the machine gun had started up again. “I came because of the card… it said,” deep swallow, deep embarrassment, flushing red, but no escape now, “a full wardrobe of leather and strict training”. 20 minutes later I was back on the street, de-spunked, and wallet emptied. The experience had been awful. But did it put me off? No! I was hooked, not to the woman had visited but to the experience of it all. The hunt, the hope, the quest… a life long project to make real the desire and fantasy that existed in my imagination. | ||
| 4 Apr 10, 4:52 PM Lucius_Sulla UK(E), 2 yrs |
Very amusingly written! LOL | ||
| 4 Apr 10, 5:33 PM Italia_Vamp IT, 6 yrs £ |
First pro xperiences; As a Domme, not so good. My client had only ever known me as a sub but wanted me to Domme him. I was just starting out but he was insistentent. He had his expectations and I couldn't live up to them. Theres a lot of truth in the maxim; 'never meet your heroes' As a sub, better. A role play as I recall in which I was driven to Ipswich chained up in the trunk of a car.. As an Escort? Well I seem to have found my niche.
I am not a 'beanpole with tits' I'm an hourglass with not enough sand.... | ||
| 5 Apr 10, 1:20 PM KinkyKumbrian UK(CA), 3 yrs |
Only used the pro route once in Amsterdam, the woman was more like a hooker with a riding crop than a full on dominatrix. Not bad, but 200 euros was rather steep. | ||
| 6 Apr 10, 7:38 PM latte_addict 2 yrs |
My first time was good. It took me an hour to sum up the nerve just to make the phone call. Hearing the ring tone put my heart rate into orbit. Finally a calm, professional voice answered. I explained I was phoning to confirm the appointment previously made by e-mail. Also that it was a first-timer session. Albeit, in a vaguely coherent way. So I showed up at the appointed hour and she soon found she had a clueless newbie on her hands. It was basically taster session. An hour later I had a much better idea of what I liked and wasn't so keen on. I thought she was very professional throughout. She probably thought I was a complete numpty. I wouldn't blame her. I think, ergo I exist. I keep making stupid mistakes, ergo I don't exist? | ||
| 8 Apr 10, 9:57 AM Ms_Tytania_London 3 yrs |
Not as steep, I dare say, as meeting two so-called "lifestylers" whose only intention is having it large at your expense all weekend. But then I'm judgemental cow, what else would I say? Behold my updated website , worms! | ||
| 8 Apr 10, 5:05 PM subgee UK(E), 6 yrs |
I have never had a bad pro-domme experience. I have been visiting pro-dommes for over 20 years and loved every single one of them. Long may it continue!!! | ||
| 8 Apr 10, 5:59 PM Mistress_Susannah UK(SE), 7 yrs £ |
My first pro experience was really good. I was incredibly nervous.... and looking back my style has developed and changed considerably since then.... but yes, it was a good experience.
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| 8 Apr 10, 9:52 PM cough_cough UK(W), 4 yrs £ |
Yes, I was also very nervous. It was important to me to 'get it right' and being a perfectionist takes it's toll. I had a nasty headache that lasted for days on end and it was a couple of weeks pro-domming before the banging (head.... "It's not what people say, but what they DO that counts" |
) eased off. Now I feel, 6 months on, that I am getting into my stride and r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g.