Acquiring a Devilish Style

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.