Friday night went nicely for Mistress. Went to an intimate little concert - had a friend performing, and she kicked ass, as women are want to do…
I sat in the crowd, looking around at the many people with their faces forward. Interesting how easy it is to study someone's curves, muscles, the way they dress themselves. We're remarkably obedient in this close quiet order of silence and smiles.
We went to an uptown bar after the gig, with expensive furniture and very pretty bartenders. Male and female. Tall, thin, black clothes, pretty. We all knew a large part of their currency, was their symmetric faces and friendly ways.
A few in our crowd took center stage, here as well. They have charisma, and oh so many interesting stories. If someone paid attention, who was audience, and who the performer here in our circle, would have been obvious too. I was glad for the story, and the outrageous personalities.
I observed, listened actively. No one in this crowd knows what I do for a living. No one here knew, when I come home and relax in My little den, I open My lines and allow men to kneel for Me, violate their sundry little bits, for My pleasure, and for My income. My previous life in the corporate arena makes it easy to explain, I still do contracts here and there, at My choosing.
I enjoy such restraint. You might have seen Me look off in the distance last night, and smile, thinking of you. Knowing it would be you who I'd be coming home to. Not all of us are driven by ego validation. There are few of us who know our quiet power, and know just when is the time, to whip... it... out...
Bring it little ones. I'll be gentle. Promise. *cough
