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It was about a year ago that one of my regular clients made one of the more unusual requests I have had. And one of the most welcome. Submissive men come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and, let’s face it, many of them are not genuinely submissive. They demand that you accept their submission, they display the same sense of entitlement that any other man raised by patriarchy to think the world is theirs by right. These are men who get off on the idea of submission, who would be writing all sorts of complaints about me on message boards even I dressed for a session in anything other than gleaming PVC and thigh boots and, I am sure, wank into their tissue paper as they get into bed after a session with me, ease wounded backsides onto soft sheets. No, these men are not really submissive. It’s all about them.
But then a part of me thinks there is nothing wrong with that. I create a narrative of my own on my website, that my clients are here to serve me, amuse me, shower me with gifts. But we all know that’s not true. They are paying clients and a session with me doesn’t come cheap. So I give them what they want. It is a business after all. A few of my clients I would play with if I ever encountered them in a fetish club (this has never happened so far although I imagine I might) but not the entitled ones. I see them because it’s money isn’t it?
There are others I see because I like them, I enjoy the play, and, if I know a guy is genuinely submissive, I may go the extra mile for him. Derek is one of these. He is always respectful…
