It’s been an unusual day (for me).
I woke up at my Mothers house in Nova Scotia on my last day of my family visit. I opened my email & found out that I’d been dumped (more on that later). Mom drove me to the airport where we had our usual teary farewell before I spent the rest of the day traveling to an American city for a session I’ll have tomorrow.
I’m sitting in my swanky deluxe hotel suite reflecting on my family visit, my dying uncle, my dead relationship & mentally preparing for tomorrow. Between civilized conversations I’ll be administering extreme corporal punishment (beating him with various implements like paddles, canes, etc.), strap-on ass fucking/ass stretching with large butt plugs…& defecating in his mouth if I feel so ‘moved’. He has paid a ridiculous sum to have me come here…as is the case these days. “Make me an offer I can’t refuse” is my new slogan to those who want me to travel to their city for a session.
As for getting dumped this morning…it didn’t come as the biggest surprise. The ‘relationship’ barely had a chance to get off the ground before I left on this trip & I predicted it wouldn’t survive a month away. I’m a hellava drug, but my pull decreases with time & distance. We both knew that we weren’t compatible in the long term but the sex was fantastic enough to keep us both in play anyway. Well, until this morning when the dear boy finally mustered the courage to walk away from the best sex he’s ever had to seek a more compatible mate…one who wants kids (I don’t) & one who’s naked caboose isn’t all over the internet. Yes, as turned on as he was by Mistress T, he felt he could never introduce me to his family, friends & business associates.
When you’re married to your work all other relationships are just affairs. The combination of what I do & how much I travel is poison for relationships. This isn’t the 1st one I’ve lost because I’m not in town enough. It is the 1st one who has had that big of a problem with me being a Dominatrix/Fetish Film Performer. Probably won’t be the last.
“The best way to get over a man is to get under another.” ~ Mae West
I am lining up suitable candidates for when I’m back in Vancouver:-)
Nova Scotia was good except the whole terminally ill uncle thing. Heart breaking.
Here’s some random snaps of other moments like a lobster feed, farm fun & you know you’re at grandma’s house when the toilet paper has it’s own pretty basket.
Wish me luck tomorrow, ya know, with the whole bodily function thing.