A sticky situation
June 28th, 2007Yesterday a client asked me to smother him with peanut butter.
This was bewildering, but it was not objectionable, either. I gamely put on a pair of gloves, smeared peanut butter on my palms, and clamped them over his mouth.
He squirmed a lot and carried on some vague, muffled roleplay about punishment and begging. “Can’t hear you! No one’s going to help you! You’re just going to have to take it,” I declared, refreshing the peanut butter whenever it looked like it was melting down his chin.
He seemed happy. I couldn’t understand what he was on about, but I’m never too worried about a man whose hands are both free to jerk off.
After twenty minutes or so of this I washed his mouth out with soap. I took him to the bathroom (where he managed to get Listerine on every surface, even the mirror) and then showed him out.
Sessions like this are why I like to call myself a sex worker, not a pro-domme. Peanut butter smothering isn’t dominance or BDSM: it’s a sexual fetish. Trying to call it dominance would make me even more undignified than I generally am.
He came to a dungeon because in the sex work world, “pro-domme” is often a synonym for “fetish worker”. When strip clubs and massage parlors don’t do peanut butter, who else will?
I can already see people shaking their heads about how pro domination is destroying the fine institution of female dominance, one sandwich at a time. I counter that we were never in charge to begin with. I mean really, who appointed us the Grand High Lawmakers of sexuality? We like our capital letters so much, there’s no way we would’ve missed the memo.
June 29th, 2007 at 8:06 am
Chunky or smooth?
June 29th, 2007 at 8:40 am
Smooth! Skippy.
And a bar of white Dial soap.
June 29th, 2007 at 8:48 am
If you cared about me at all, and all my fine institutions you are destroying, you would have written more than *one* *damn* *line* about the soap-mouth-washing.
(No wonder I’m filled with so much loathing a bile for your kind!)
June 29th, 2007 at 9:42 am
Um, this may be unnecessary, but I am very neurotic.
I meant that last line with a
June 29th, 2007 at 10:40 am
We basically made soap shavings with his teeth. I was hoping for bubbles and sputtering but no luck. Sometimes you can tell when people have never considered the logistics of sucking a large object.
June 29th, 2007 at 10:59 am
I have this in mind for someone very, very soon.
I want him to lick it like a lollipop.
BJ x
June 29th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
*snort*
that’s fantastic!
July 3rd, 2007 at 7:14 pm
I just don’t understand the desire for smooth peanut butter of any brand. And of all that, Skippy’s the worst. This guy needs to take a serious trip down to a health food store. They make peanu butter right there out of real peanuts while you wait. You can even plop it into a plastic cup. I feel like he’d have a really good time. (I do, everytime I go there!)
But all joking aside, you make a good point. To most people, “pro-domme” doesn’t seem to mean sadist-for-hire, it means sex worker of the “bizarre.” If only more pros (and clients) were more aware of this, I feel like everyone would be better off.
July 23rd, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Quite true. Depending on the context and the service being offered, I refer to myself as a pro-domme, a sadistic top, or simply a professional pervert.
I’m yet to find one label that covers everything I offer professionally.
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