When I have a “normal” life, not going out a lot, not
changing time zones like my underwear, I have a habit that annoys everyone
around me, which is getting up at 7:30 in the morning. I love the morning and generally have
an excitement for the day ahead.
In college I worked two jobs while going to school full time, but I
always gave myself a couple of hours in the morning to take a nice, long bath,
eat a big breakfast and generally enjoy myself. The rest of the day would eventually spiral out of control
with all the things to be done in a little amount of time and I often fell
asleep with a textbook on my face.
It became my personality that I would pop out of bed in the morning
because I associated it with “my time.”
Fast forward to 2004 with my newly built dungeon and my
mornings, dawdling about my studio finding something to obsessively clean or
some such nonsense. The climate of the pro-domme message boards and general
feedback was that session prices were too high. My hourly rate was $250, which was the top end, meaning an
indy domme with a private studio to use.
Of course I wasn’t renting a private studio by the hour, I had my own
place--a fixed cost. So here, my
friend, is a story never heard before in the past 8 years.
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| Oooohhh yeah, just hanging out in my leather corset, skirt and boots. The top my throne was dusty. |
