Once upon a time I was a handsome, headstrong woman. Maybe I still am, but I can't help but to feel that I'm more than a little bit curmudgeon now that I am on the darker side of my thirties. For sure, I had a lot more patience and tolerance five years ago.
Eight months into my retirement from professional domination and I still go to MaxFisch almost everyday. A 10 year habit of posting at least once a day doesn't go away over night. MF promotion was a NYC domme's bread and butter. I was, so, just damn good at it. Then I had the double edged sword realization that MF had no barring in my *actual* life anymore. Sure I hoped someone would buy a video here and there, help a girl out, but really, nothing mattered. I could say anything I wanted. Holy crap. I didn't have to play nice anymore.
Eight months into my retirement from professional domination and I still go to MaxFisch almost everyday. A 10 year habit of posting at least once a day doesn't go away over night. MF promotion was a NYC domme's bread and butter. I was, so, just damn good at it. Then I had the double edged sword realization that MF had no barring in my *actual* life anymore. Sure I hoped someone would buy a video here and there, help a girl out, but really, nothing mattered. I could say anything I wanted. Holy crap. I didn't have to play nice anymore.
