Originally posted 1-28-2012
Ok..where to start. I went to a BBQ at Lady Bridget Ballard's place this weekend,and she gave me a very cool CBT/queening chair. I don't have a picture of it yet, but it's pretty hot. I'm excited and can't wait to use it. I'm lucky to have received such a gift. The BBQ itself as also great, lots of wonderful people there, and I even got to something for the fist time: instert a catheter into someone's cock. VERY FUN!!! I get requests for such sessions on a regular basis, but as we all know, I don't do anything until I can do it safely, so I had a friend of mine who/s a nurse show me how to do one once I got a stuntcock to agree to it. There will be much more of these happening in my future. I love how much control it gives me over a boy's body and functions. I'll post pics soon.
Today was gloriously busy. Holy fuck, I mean, BUSY. Back to back sessions which I don't really like too well, especially since so many of them are last minute. I don't like having them stacked on top of one another because it doesn't give me recovery time between visits. By the time I clean the playroom and change the things that need changing, and return calls, someone else is knocking on the door. One new boy actually got an attitude when didn't return his call for 35 minutes (his voice mail said I could return the call for up to an hour). He actually had the gall to ask what took me so long to call him back. My first response was I took the phone away from my ear, looked at it funny, and then put it back to my ear and asked "Are you sure you called who you meant to call?" And his response was "Are you the kink and dominatrix girl?" Ok, so he didn't misdial. I told him I was with a client when he called and he said "Really? Are you always busy? I've tried to contact you before and didn't get an answer." I said "Well, take it as a good sign that I'm busy. If I didn't live up to my own hype, I would probably have a much more open schedule, now wouldn't I?" So, he told me I was full of myself, and I told him he was an asshole and hung up on him. Easy enough problem to solve. I would much rather focus my time on the boys who are thankful and appreciative that I make time for them instead of being pissed that I'm not at their beck and call.
Speaking of beck and call....one boy who called me this weekend to ask a few questions called me today. He called me at 1pm, and booked for "4 or 4:15". Kinda vague, but I was happy to have been given a few hours notice. I told him to call me at 3:30 to confirm and get directions. When he hadn't called by 3:45, I wrote him off as a no-show, wiped my brow and called it a day. I figured I'd earned a bit of time after working all day, so I went and did some fun stuff. At 4:11pm, he calls me and says "Hi, this is _____, what's your address?" I had told him my nearest cross streets, so I'm figuring he was already in my neighborhood, however, since he never made the confirmation call...I wasn't. And told him so. I was speeding down the freeway with my favorite boy, on our way to have some fun. I said "You were supposed to call me and confirm at 3:30, and you never did, so I made other plans, and I'm not home anymore." He was disappointed, but it's not my problem that he can't follow directions.
The reason we ask for confirmation calls is so that we know to get ready. To prepare the setting. To give the equipment we'll be using another cleaning, and to also mentally prepare for the session. The final reason is so that we know that all of this effort won't be wasted. Confirmation calls don't curtail the no-shows completely, but someone who confirms is less likely to leave us hanging. It shows a little more commitment on your part. When we don't get the confirmation from you, we assume you're a flake, and don't bother getting ready. So, when you don't bother confirming yet knock on our door at the original requested time (if you have seen us before and remember our location) or call a couple minutes before your requested session time without confirming...chances are we've either booked with someone else or are otherwise occupied. I can't overstate the value of making your confirmation calls. It's beneficial for both you and the lady. Not to mention it shows respect, and that will always score points with us.
A funny thing happened today after Mr. No Confirmation and I hung up. I got a call from a blocked #. I answer them now since a buddy of mine has an automatically blocked # and I don't want to miss her calls. Anyway, I answer and a male voice I've never heard says "Hi Storm, this is Slave Kim." I said "Do I know you? I've never met a Slave Kim before." And he proceeds to tell me how he's sessioned with me a couple of times, always been sissified by me, etc. I called "BULLSHIT" on this immediately. Since I don't emphasize sissification in my ads, I hardly ever do those sessions. I have a few sissies, but none of them are named Kim. I said " I don't remember sessionsing with you. Refresh my memory, please." He gave vague terms about me dressing him up and fucking him with a strap-on. I looked at my friend who's listening in on the conversation and I smirk at her. I told the caller that he's calling from a blocked #, so I can't see his #, but if he called me from the # he used when booking with me before, I'd be able to cross-reference it and find out exactly who he is. He said sure, but then kept on asking questions about if I was available tonight, if Master MaxXx would be available as well, blah bitty blah bitty blah blah blah. I kept smirking and answering in the affirmative, and he kept telling me how great it was to talk to me "again" and how he had such great memories of our previous playtimes. So, I asked him a question "Where did you see me before? His answer? "Tempe" (which is listed in my ads-easy 'cheat' answer). I said "Ok, now describe the room that we sessioned in." His answer? His voice got very high-pitched and he said "The room? Uh..ahhh... uhhm.. well... uhmm..let's see..it was..uhh.. uhmm.. how about if I just call you from my cell phone so that you can see my # and know who I am?" I said that would be great, and we hung up.
In case it isn't obvious, he never called me back, and I knew he wouldn't.
As funny as that was, it still surprises me that people think we're (I say "we" because I doubt that I'm the only lady that weirdos like that try to screw with) so dumb that we can't smell a steaming pile of bullshit when it's being shoved right under our noses. Most of the pro ladies I know, whether they are Dommes or escorts don't do this because we're too stupid to do anything else. Quite the contrary. I know one escort who holds 2 masters degrees. I know another Domme who worked as a corporate headhunter and placed CEO's in Fortune 500 companies. I know another escort who was a lawyer until she got burnt out on it. One Domme I know is going for her Doctorate right now. Me? I was a financial crime investigator for 11 years, working with local law enforcement and the FBI closing down international fraud rings until I got sick of it and left voluntarily, under my own terms. The reason I'm pretty good at spotting flakes and weirdos over the phone is because so much of what I did for all that time involved interviewing suspects and perps, both in person and over the phone, so I had specialized intensive training that cost an arm and a leg just so that I would be much more adept at picking up on lies and half-truths and omissions of facts. Learning a criminals "tells"(everyone's got them no matter how good or practiced of a liar you are). Learning to detect the slightest difference in inflections. I learned nterrogation techniques designed to throw people off balance and get them to to a point of confusion where it's hard to keep their story straight, all without seeming to do anything other than have a normal conversation.
The point I'm trying to make is that we've all got educations, are highly skilled, have innate intelligence and none of us are fools, so I just get amazed that people seem to think we're idiots. Why do we leave those jobs to do this? Because we love it. Because we got tired of the monotony, and the boredom, and lack of challenges. Because we wanted more free time, more time with our families. We got sick of answering to corporate bigwigs who tried to tell us how to do our jobs without knowing what our job description even entailed. In short, we got sick of the system. So, we got out of it.
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