During my time
learning the “ropes” online, so to speak, many of the
mistresses/goddesses had wishlists. I had one too. I received
shoes, stockings, toys, latex items, paddles and even a desk. Some
clients wanted me to know what they were buying and sending, some
preferred to send gifts anonymously. One rather nice, older
gentleman living in the midwest would chat with me and send me links
to stuff on ebay that he particularly liked. Can't remember exactly
how, but he knew I liked the sexy, devilish style of the women of the
thirties. I started sending him links to things I felt exemplified
that style; a dress, a hat, cigarette holders, etc. Soon I started
getting those items in the mail. He even found a large stack of
movie magazines one of his elder relatives kept from the 1930s thru
1950s and sent them to me. He also sent bdsm items. Not cheap
playthings, mind you. These were top of the line items such as a
gorgeous horsetail flogger and hand crafted metal fingernails. For
my birthday he bought me a year's membership to receive the most
expensive coffee in the world once a month. It was the perfect gift
since I was very picky about my coffee and he knew it. It was his
way of letting me know he did sincerely care about what I wanted.
And when I needed a shed at my place to store stuff I no longer had
room for, he paid for that too. Any woman should have been tickled
to death to have such a man in her life. He literally ended up
spending thousands of dollars on me, always on thoughtful gifts that
fit my wants and desires.
He did come and see
me. Traveling half way across the country, we met, spent time and
shared an extraordinary experience. He agreed to let me do a
butterfly board for the very first time (with an experienced mentor
in attendance, of course). For those who don't know, and I assume a
good many fall into that category, a butterfly board is where the
domme places a sterile, coated, piece of cardboard behind the family
jewels while the subject is lying down and then proceeds to stretch
and pin them to the board. We were both butterfly board virgins and
the adventure together gave us a bond. Both of us getting through
such a scary and taboo event was cause for celebration. Then, due to
illness in his family, he wrote me a dear jane email and simply
disappeared. My heart ached for his situation with no way to be
there for him. I never knew how he fared.
