Well, it is official as of yesterday. I am subless in Chicago. It is the first time in about 10 years that I haven't been training or providing direction for a submissive. And I look back and I can honestly say that of all the different people that have passed through my door, only one was a complete and utter failure. My largest brood was 8 and my smallest, of course, would have been one. These women have remained friends of mine and have been in contact regularly once they have finished needing my services. I am proud of each of their successes, whether it was continuing within the BDSM-D/s world and/or community, or if they have returned to the vanilla lifestyle.
I have two Dommes that trained under me and now have broods of their own. And I've mentioned some of the profession of the others from time to time. I have been asked to allow for special weekends to be used as reminders or refresher weekends, but those usually turn out to be fun, and parties evolve from those weekends. I no longer return to my old master for a refresher after the last time. He is too distracted and has gone off course, so I will not put myself into his hands any longer or to any of the other Doms/Dommes that I've crossed paths with. We are a horrible lot with long memories of slights and perceived injustices. And, well, I just piss people off from time to time. And if they can't take a joke, well, fuck 'em.
And the amusing thing is now my mother has decided to have all these relatives come into town and told me that I would be housing a pair of Aunts and Uncles. So the playroom gets moved to storage and that room becomes a guest room, and I have to lock down all the various 'toys and games' so the normals won't be disturbed. Or as my mother would say, "Please put all your sinning away for the weekend, dear. Now be a good girl and make sure the bathroom is clean." I love my mom, but what a pain in the ass sometimes.
So moving the major stuff to storage and concealing the anchors and pulleys and ropes in various false wooden beams and rehanging a light fixture as well. So, yeah, real world interferes with dark world.
Yes please laugh with me at these dilemmas that I now face. At least we shouldn't walk in on some naked girl in a collar only scrubbing my kitchen floor. Which reminds me, those floors do need a good shining up. I wonder if... oh, yeah.. that's not happening. And, damn, I have to get my own laundry done... damn it.
Things will be fine.
I have some friends here, old and new, who entertain me and amuse me from time to time. I also have some rather eager friends in Chicago of late to make sure I don't remain celibate too long. And as usual, my weekend to howl is coming in the form of Halloween and the annual SteamPunk Factory Party. Woot! And the White Queen will be making her rounds from time to time as well. Some old habits are truly hard to break.
Well, boys and girl, Dommes and submissives, keep your naughty habits strong and enjoy the fuck out of life.
Time for me to get busy once again.