I kind of hate the idea of paying for fun, but I have done it once. About ten years ago, I was really in heat. I had to submit to somebody, or my head was going to explode. I tried answering personal ads, but had no success. It was before there were a million choices available via the Internet, but I did finally find someone who sounded OK through Erosphere.
I explained to her that this would be my first experience with a Dominatrix, but that I was *very* eager. In general, I have to say, she did a great job. She was gentle but brisk, and moved through a wide range of experiences -- a little bondage, a little light whipping, some boot worship, some time on a leash -- and I was enjoying myself. The high point for me came when I was blindfolded and handcuffed, and she dripped hot candle wax onto my chest and arms. The room was nearly silent, I could feel her breath on my body, along with the warmth of the burning candle and the flashes of heat as wax landed on my bare skin, and I could smell the hot wax and the burning wick. I was transported by this, just lost in the sensuality of it. Then the candle went out, and she couldn't find another damn match, and clattered around the apartment in her thigh-high boots banging open cupboards and apologizing. Well, that's when my buzz ended.
Anyway, it was a pretty silly way to spend 150 bucks, I decided. Nothing bad happened, really, but nothing fabulous happened either. Whenever I tried to put myself in a place where my submission meant something, the cost of the experience kept intruding.
I am *not* knocking pro Dommes, mind you. I am sure it works for many people, and I certainly do enjoy looking at the web sites. But for me, it can't be a business transaction. There is a buzz I get from submitting to a friend that nothing I pay for can duplicate.
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