Posers

I hate girls who think sporting tattoos, piercings, and long, dyed-black hair with Bettie bangs makes them dominant. Dominance, perversion, fetishism, and kink is in your brain, not your appearance.

Men who swallow these girls’ marketing pablum always whine about their experience afterward.  “She ‘looked’ like a mistress,”  they say, “but she didn’t have a dungeon and it was so disappointing, like she wasn’t into it or didn’t know what she was doing.”

There’s an old adage, “You can’t judge a book by its cover.”  Nothing could possibly be more true.  Just because she looks different or dark and mysterious, doesn’t necessarily mean she is.

I am immersed in my career and take it very seriously, which is why I reinvest 25% of my gross back into my company.  That means a larger facility every time I move, weekly equipment purchases, continuing education, extensive study travel, an amazing wardrobe, and offerings that other dominas simply do not have the wherewithal to provide.

This may sound narcissistic, but I am all that and a bag of chips.  I am really, really good at what I do.

Where am I going with this blog post?  Well, just call me Captain Obvious, because I am going to point out that a little research goes a long way toward choosing a dominatrix who is the real deal, one who will knock off your proverbial socks, from one who is just a stripper with a riding crop poser wannabe.  An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, fellas.

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