Slut, Whore, Slave…Slave, Whore, Slut..
On the last night of being 37, I want to get up close and personal…
The title – a 3-word summary. I am confident enough to be proud of those labels.
First and foremost I am proud of being a slave. A 4.5-year journey thus far, and the road is still long, windy and filled with exciting challenges. I am grateful to Him for his wisdom and teaching me about life, and more importantly making me look long and hard at myself, for making me strive to be a better person. There will be a time when I have matured to the point of being his property and I will be taken as His in perpetuity.
Whore. One of my clients, better known as the Silver Fox, called me out on a recent blog post. I’d like to underscore the point that I am passionate about giving myself to others physically and mentally. All of my clients are important to me, in varying degrees of course. The time spent with them are invaluable experiences for me. I genuinely enjoy learning what makes them tick and putting a smile on their face. The reality of what I do is both physically and emotionally demanding, in a way no other job is. However, I wouldn’t dream of going back to the vanilla, corporate world that I left 1.5year ago. I continue to find innovative ways to add value from a distance. My gratitude is sincere when I say thank you to all of my clients – the ones I see regularly, the ones I have only seen once and even potential clients. Your ability to trust and respect me and what I do is a true testament to the integrity of your character.
Slut. I love pushing the boundaries of my kink and sexuality. Since I was 15 I was doing this. I was a wild horse hard to reign in. I tried to live a “regular” life and it just didn’t suit me. I found myself lying to work so I could suck cock and be tied up in hotel rooms around the city. I’d leave work early, to help organize a swingers group once a week. Responsible? Always. I didn’t want anything to spoil my fun. I owned that label, “slut”. It was, is powerful. I have fucked heads of companies in their offices. At the end of the day, we are two people (maybe more depending on the situation), that want our primal needs met, that’s all.
Thank you for giving me room to share.
Yours truly,
your kinky courtesan xx
