Experience-"No, I don't want no scrub!"

            This one went a bit better than the oral sex in a public place … well, depending on how you look at it.  Again, thanks to the internet (don’t you just love that thing?  I mean, seriously!) it was not too hard to find someone to help fulfill this request.  Oddly, it happened when I was not even really looking to fulfill it.  I just happened to be logged into one of my ‘hook-up’ sites, and this random guy messages me.  We get to talking, and he is apparently a ‘dom top’ or whatever from England.  It is all going swell until he mentions taking control of every aspect of my life, more specifically, the fiscal aspects of my life.  Like, seriously.  He specifically mentioned fiscal!  What the fuck?  I basically told him he could go fuck himself, I was not about to pay him money, and he changed his tune pretty quick.  Supposedly all he wanted was some kind of proof of what I was willing to put in the effort and submit.  I figure he is probably full of shit (especially considering he’s talking about making me the head of his stable, and we’d literally JUST met, and met online at that!), but whatever.  I can use him to at least accomplish my own goals.

            So I agree to webcam for him, to prove my devotion.  He has me get salt, a shoelace, a lighter and a candle.  I will not go into all the details (some of which were marginally better than I expected), but I will divulge my favorite part.  The last thing he demands of me to do is to run outside and chase a down a neighborhood cat like I was a dog.  I agree, and go off screen.  So I go off screen, pet the cats, make a peanut butter and jelly, sit on the couch for a few minutes and enjoy my food, then head back into the room.  Lying, he seems satisfied that I am devoted enough to follow such a humiliating command, and resigns me from service for the evening.  I play my part, and haven’t spoken to him since.

            I’m not really sure what this specific experience was supposed to teach me.  Maybe that it’s okay to let my freak flag fly (which I already knew), or maybe to just get me out of my box a little, I’m not really certain.  All I know is it simply illustrated the fact I can be kind of a selfish, manipulative bitch, especially when you try and play me.  Normally, I care enough about other people not to just straight up use them.  But honey, you gonna try and use me first, and disrespect my intellect as to assume I wouldn’t notice, or worse assume I’m so sad I’d actually PAY you?  Aw, hell no.  Thanks for helping me fulfill MY needs, and enjoy those vacations to exotic locations paid for by men who aren’t me.