Doing It For Money

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I spent another god-awful evening with god-awful Krystal. Although, I actually got up the courage to ask her about that beautiful sub she had. Not the spindly one that stood in the corner. The really, really hot one that she left in downstairs loo. Turns out smug cow has dumped him. Dumped her gorgeous sub! Apparently he was too submissive, or not submissive enough. I can’t remember now. Maybe it was both. And I was so livid and jealous about that that I nearly missed the whole point of the evening.

Apparently Krystal had come over to ask me if I’d ever thought of becoming a professional dom. I don’t know whether this question was keeping her awake at night or what, but there she was asking it.

‘For god’s sake, why would I want to do that?’ I replied, trying not to sound judgmental about Krystal’s own lifestyle choice.

‘Why not?’ she said, ‘it’s something you enjoy and you could get paid for it.’

‘And if you were a vanilla girl who enjoyed intercourse would you consider becoming a prostitute?’

‘Well that’s hardly the same thing.’

Yeah, sure it isn’t.

Well, really, I don’t know. Is it? All I do know is this. It makes me sad that the only dom women you ever see in the media are professional doms. The shelves in the erotica section of my local Borders are thick with the memoirs of prodom women, but no memoirs of anyone like me. And no matter how much these women with the memoirs out love it they *are* getting paid. And that’s just different to doing something for love. It just is.

A lot of prodom websites and blogs are very heavily focussed around how rich/important their clients are and what the doms have had bought for them. This bothers me. You can call it a gift or a tribute or a fee, but you will still have a long journey to convince me that there is anything new or challenging or, hell, even dominant about measuring your worth as a woman by what you can convince men to buy you.

And if it’s paying your rent and to get more clients you have to go with the whole PVC catsuit, 9 inch stiletto, tight pony tail thing, you will. And – because you – the prodoms who have to meet the expectations of male fantasies - are the only dom women in the media - I will see you and think that that’s what domming is. And I will get confused and depressed and start a whiny blog about it.

I don’t think for minute that this is the fault of prodoms themselves. And I’m not here to run people down for how they live their lives. I think it’s that the media always present dom women in this more palatable form. Prodom women can easily be dismissed as only doing it for the money, and no one has to really think about the fact that sadistic dom women actually exist.

*cough*there’s-one-right-here*cough*

I didn’t say this to Krystal. No point. Might as well have started reciting the periodic table for all she’d have understood. I just nodded and smiled and said, ‘Nah, not for me. Too much standing up.’

‘Oh, because, you know, Billy wondered if you’d do a session with him.’

‘Billy?’

‘The guy you were asking about. The one I got rid of.’

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