Over the Edge
Mm, I love men. That's probably why I wandered back into my fetish world - I enjoy what men do for me, I think it's part of my service fetish.
It's not in that traditional spend-money-on-meee type of way, though I've had that too. It tends to be, "What kind of leverage can you bring to my world?"
All my fetish darlings move me forward, not backward. I miss my sissy maid, who cleaned my Missouri home. I also miss my Canadian businessman who gave me pointers on how to speak and sell from the platform. That's a tipset that's going to make me *score big* in 2009, cos I have a venue right close by that's hungry for the knowledge I have.
I kinda went on the downlow for a while so I could figure out what to do with Zora. I mean, obviously I still answer to it, otherwise I wouldn't be here.
Mmm. Picked up a new darling who has been teaching me LETHAL NINJA TRICKS in direct response. I mean, I watched him flood his mailing list with hot hungry buyers in less than 30 minutes after he sent out a broadcast. Too cool, too fucking cool.
I'm not so much into getting money ... never been a golddigger, cos if you got a goldmine, that means I can go and get one too! I'm more into generating money, and men who can give me lights along the way are very enticing to me.
What's hilarious ... I remember in Missouri driving around with one of my Springfield business boys who was so enthralled with my stocking-covered thighs. He would talk business to me, while I pulled him deeper into his fetish world, his submissive nature.
He paused for a moment during a session where he was allowed to actually touch my hosiery (I usually don't allow men to just grab my stockings and play with them cos they tear 'em up and then I get pissy), and says without missing a beat, "You know, lady, you are very into something that is so easy for me to give, my Queen ... is there anything else I can offer you?"
30 years in his field, teaching me the ropes inbetween me trampling, crushing his spirits, and pushing him deeper down the submissive funnel, and he thinks what he's saying ISN'T VALUABLE TO ME. WTF?
One thing about being a young black female into older white men is that sometimes I think they think I'm bullshitting. "You don't really like us, get the fuck outta here."
Of course, I get mad and then I laugh my head off, "I enjoy y'all. Don't ask me why..."
Naturally, people assume I'm lookin' for a daddy...hell no, my daddy gave his heart, mind, and soul 24 years for his country, and I love him. Y'all older men are fun and par for the course ...
So then they ask me what I'm ultimately looking for ...
I don't really want more than a 15 year spread between me and Dream Guy, to be real with ya. At 24 (the year I plan to be countin' my millions haha), that means the max is 39. I like mid 30's to early 40's. Though, I've had 50 year old men run circles around me, energy wise!!
Ha, one email asked me to do my stream of consciousness posts again, those long lovely posts before the great blog reset ... ya got your wish.
I do need to get up from here ... I'm moving crowds on a microblogging platform and I need to funnel those lovelies into MY world. :)
As Lil' Wayne says, "a million here, a million there..." ;)
(the sweetie listens to hip hop, I think it's infecting me, even though I'm too classy to ever, ever be "hood" or "street", fuck that noise, I'm a motherfuckin' Careerist Diva)
OK. I'd sign off with something cool, but all I'm doin' is keeping business sexy, what can I say? ;)
I missed y'all so much. I'll try not to be gone too long.