I am scheduled today for a session with a guilty pleasure I indulge myself every 6 months. As this is an anonymous blog, I am not afraid to discuss it.
You see, every 6 months my fear breaks down, my primitive urges take over, and I visit my dominatrix. She is an attractive little vixen; approximately 30 years of age, long blonde hair, and an outwardly friendly demeanor. Well spoken and well groomed, she is always glad to see me and always greets me with a knowing smile. 10 minutes later after our session begins, however, things take an ominous turn. There is considerable questioning by her, blank responses from me, and then another dose of pain administered in response. I am 6' 1" tall and weigh 200 lbs. She is approximately 5' 4" tall and MAYBE weighs 110 lbs, and yet, she can bring me to my knees in seconds. And I gladly pay for this treatment. Sometimes she even brings in a partner to help or on occasion, another man.
I have had this on my calendar for 6 months. The people in Dilbertland know I will be showing up late this morning. Most all my friends know of this predilection of mine. After I am through with her, I am sore, upset with myself, and have feelings of guilt. And yet, I look forward to my visit again in 6 months. To Colleen. My dental hygienist.