Thursday, January 20, 2011

Who's The Slave Now?

I hate to admit to this because it sounds like a pussy thing to say, but I have to be honest.  I miss working.  If I worked doing retail, driving a truck or working on Wall Street I'm almost 134% sure that I would never be saying this.  Sure I'd miss the money, but I wouldn't miss the job.  I'm honest though when I say this: I miss my job.  I miss working.  I miss beating the shit out of my clients on a regular basis...
My friend took this picture of me at work in my uniform.  Not one of my best pictures, but...  Eh, whatever.  My favorite thing about being a Dominatrix (besides the money) was the laughs.  I laughed so hard when I was in the zone.  When my clients came to me and asked me to play out a skit and it almost always ended with them being beat up, I loved it.  I loved going to work, being entertained and going home with money in my pocket.  I had slaves that massaged and kissed my feet,
people who just wanted the shit kicked out of them, people who just needed a spanking,
people who wanted to be verbally degraded (I'm a pro at that), even people who wanted to dress up.

I could have had the worst day in the world and go to work knowing that even though I might have had to deal with a few bitches, I was going to leave with less anger than I arrived with.  Through my job, I have saved on yoga classes, anger management and acting coaches.  If this world didn't have such a stick up it's ass, I would still be in that profession.  Why did I leave?  Because I find it nearly impossible to lie and I don't think that my uhhh "kid" will appreciate my profession.  And neither would the PTA.  In the words of one of my favorite characters: "This town needs an enema!"
America and your stigmas?  As for you: suck a fat one.