On one of the warmer days, the late afternoon turned into a storm… a girl sat in her window and stared at the sudden downpour, the drain in the courtyard was overflowing, she thought it was beautiful, this fast clear gel over everything. She was still on crutches from her recent knee surgery. She planned to sit at cafe terrace but due to the rain her plan was thwarted. So instead, she managed to put on the crystal encrusted, complicated lingerie she bought online. She sent a photo to a friend, who replied, “angels must be crying black diamonds”.
That’s when she decided to have her first dominatrix experience.
You see she was crippled and couldn’t clean the house... and she really did like a clean house.
Anyways, she had always swiped left on submissive profiles.. but there she was on crutches, and the flat was filthy. The pretty Brittish airbnb guest had a small siezure when she made the effort to warn him that she’d have a naked slave cleaning the house on his hands and knees.
In his defense the girl had just woken him up with the news. He quickly regained his composure when she explained that it was a slave in the s+m kind of way, ”OH, well then alright..” and he went back to sleep.
She told the slave to wear nothing but white gym socks and a gold chain. She wanted him to look as macho as possible. The vacuum cleaner was coincidentally broken so that one would literally have to clean on all 4’s. Her own little ritual for womankind, “get on your knees bitch”.
He had a long ponytail and was really into humiliation which was a big challenge for the girl (the world is this shitty unfair place right, so she kinda made it her thing to be kind with everyone, she thought, “I can afford it”).
The other challenge of being a dom is one has to be extremely precise, she told her sub in a text before he arrived that he wouldn’t be allowed to look her in the eyes. After she buzzed him in he would find her door on the 3rd floor open. He should enter and immediately take out the trash, come back, wash his hands, prepare and serve her tea, remove his clothes and go wait in the corner, facing the wall for further instructions.
In the shadowy cool quiet after the summer storm she read the Bluets by Maggie Nelson, while he waited.
blue blue blue…
The shiny wet leaves on the mature maple tree outside her window giggled at the perfectly still naked man in white gym socks.
Then her tinder ordered slave cleaned the fuck outta that flat all while the girl read and sipped tea, a thing she almost never managed to make time to do.
After the house was cleaned she sat on the edge of the bed while the slave kneeled at her feet. He cut her cuticles and painted her nails with the gold and black sparkly nail polish she found at a Walmart on an island far far away.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
You see she had to punish him because he scratched her thumb nail with the cuticle scissors. She told him to stare at her foot, each blood red and pussy pink fiber of the hand woven Moroccan carpet stood up straight bracing itself for what was to come.
Oh the things made by women’s fingers.
She slapped him across the face.
He loved it.
He left, and it rained again.