Serial Date

A couple of weeks ago I had an interesting evening. I managed to have drinks with four different guys on one night and still sleep alone. Trust me when I say that take talent, no drinking and drive home that take thirty minutes.

It started with the Engineer. I’ve been chatting to him on and off for about six month on email. We met in a bar on Oxford Street for a drink. Why this night, well he doesn’t live in Sydney and was in town and free for one night only. So a drink at The Bar it was. As I had to drive home at the end of the night I was on soft drinks all night plus I was going to Sydney’s only fetish club so I was dressed in an ankle length skirt, white shirt, black and white striped tie and a corset. Even on Oxford Street that stands out.

I have never been so bored in all my life. He could only talk about steel rods and their role in the building of good bridges. I tried football, but he didn’t follow AFL, NRL or UK Premier League. Movies weren’t his thing, neither was music. It was steel rods and spanking only. Ordinarily, this is a good combination, but after two hours even that losses it appeal. I put him in a cab back to his hotel about 10.30.

I walked down the road to the club. Who should be there but the Wanton Slut. He wasn’t due to come as we had discussed only earlier in the week that we could make one of his sordid little fantasies come true. The idea was this; blindfold him, tie him to a chair in the corner, hang marker pens and a magnifying glass round his neck and invite club goers to write on him. He bottled, saying his sister wanted to attend with him. Well he wasn’t with his sister, but an ex-girlfriend, and from the looks I got while chatting to him I was clearly not required.

I got a text message.

It was The Shoe Shopper. A Dom of older years than myself and someone who really wants me to submit to him. Just at the moment, I’m finding the idea very difficult. I have too much going on to be anything other than the strongest I can be. I feel like submission would be my undoing right now. Anyway, I walked back up to The Bar and had a couple of drinks with him. We talked about family death, shoes, fashions of today and Japanese rope bondage. It was very nice, but I didn’t need the pressure of being asked if I would let him tie me up.

After I put him in a taxi home, I walked back into the Club. I saw Wanton Whore again, briefly. Then I wandered around the place. I watched those dancing the night away in PVC, latex and skimpy outfit purchased at fancy dress shops. How many I wondered had chemical assistance to enjoy themselves? Walking though this place a singleton is an interesting experience, even while dress Domme. You get the up and down looks, the curl of the lip and subs that come up to you and say while glancing up through their eyelashes, ‘I like your outfit.’

Finally was Shark Fin. A guy I have contacted though ALT, but turned out to be a regular goer to the Club. In fact, I had admired him on many occasions for his amazing body wrapped head to foot in latex and a stunning Shark Fin backpack. We ran into each other, and had a drink, a brief chat and parted ways. By this time it was gone two in the morning and I still had to drive home. I think we’ll spend longer together next time, but at least now we met.

Also, I set a personal best. Drinks with four different guys on one night and no between the sheet action.