WHY I QUIT BEING PRO-DOMME

  As much as I loved fisting assholes and electrocuting many a bound specimen, I found myself asking, but where is my Orgasm? I grew weary of fulfilling everyone’s perverted fantasies but my own. Point blank period (.)

I did enjoy transforming people into their own self acceptance and transmuting their lack of self-awareness into internal alignment. I also quite enjoyed being loved, adored and worshiped  but we all know I wasn’t the one holding the true power within this career choice.

My boredom became no match for my libido.

Perhaps my associates in the field were better at balancing out their personal lives with their professional ones. I didn’t have the energy at the end of the day.

I found myself asking, “If I am not ferociously squirting in your mouth 12 times in a row, am I even alive?”

“If I am not getting my feet rubbed without being asked to grow my toenails out, do I even exist?”

“If I don’t have you bound to a cross, torturing you relentlessly, while you offer me blood for the vile around my neck- Is my own even coursing through these lonesome veins?”

“If I am not being fucked with an inch of my life by the Bull of my choice in front of the cuck of my dreams… is there even a point to this fragile empty vessel navigating life‘s waters?”

“If I can’t sniff your dick and milk your prostate after my third orgasm, does the sun even rise?”

“If I can’t have my asshole licked by a giant alpha male while simultaneously having my cunt slurped by another even bigger one like a bunch of dehydrated puppies, should I even get out of bed today?”

WOE IS ME!

As I lie here being tragically beautiful and a lonely pervert, I turn to the Moon and ask, “Pray Thee! Fulfill my desires as Lilith and Hecate as my witness, may Freya too, bless me this nigh.”

And that’s how I discovered Exhibitionism & my New Kinky Lifestyle.