When I was younger and wanted to meet someone new. I would call some friends and we would go out and see what action was going on under the moon. I can almost see myself in various bars enjoying light banter, and if fortunate some live music. And those interested would either muster up their courage and come over to my six foot plus frame. Or the meek would have a drink sent over to alert me to their presence. Now we rely on social media more. And those interested unzip their fly, looking like something from America's Most Wanted, seeking instant gratification without so much as a coffee.Tell me why I should be desirous of this? Where is the banter that is not soley focused on the smaller head? Where exists imagination that goes beyond a poorly scripted porno? Am I suppose to dress for this, breath for this, be appreciative of this? What I would prefer to do is take out my cane like a good headmistress, and begin spanking some bottoms. Creativity is needed, and its lack is appropriately responded to with a whack!
It had been 15 years since I have officially been anyones mistress, but I'm back and curious to see what has changed if anything. My personality has always been dominating, and many of the people in my life work to please me.
