PROFESSIONAL SUBMISSIVE

I saw Katie again. I hadn’t really meant to but our last session had been great, so just a couple of weeks later, and once again contemplating a lonely night in a hotel room, I contacted her.

As before, we had a lot of fun; all kinds of hot, spanky sex.

Although it is a staple for many professional submissives, I generally stay away from age play fantasies, naughty school girls and the like. My college cheerleader role play was as close as I’ve come to that particular trope.

But there is one fantasy that’s been in my head for ever, probably since I was at school myself: A sixth former has pushed another girl, one who can’t swim, into the pool and is sent to the headmaster. She stands in his office, water dripping from her swimsuit, waiting to be punished. I have a mild(ish) fetish for swimsuits (I suspect that if I fed it more regularly it wouldn’t be mild at all) and I have a more pronounced fetish for corporal punishment scenes, especially those involving a nervous girl tied to a desk. This scenario brings those two things together.

Katie was, of course, game for it. Towards the end of our wonderfully varied and hot session, she donned the swimsuit and jumped in the shower. Then she stood in front of me dripping wet, making lame excuses for her misdemeanours, while showing a distinct lack of proper remorse.

This was going to end badly for her. Very badly

Katie is a professional submissive. At one level then, she allows people to hurt her for money. But this is like saying an escort allows people to have sex with them for money. It’s the truth but not necessarily the whole truth. I was chatting to a friend, one who is good with words, and she suggested this:

Perhaps there is a misconception of her job which is that she allows people to hurt her for money. But actually she’s more like an athlete; she gets paid to be put through the pain and emotion but she’s driven to do it by what it is.

Driven to do it by what it is.

I would find it very hard to believe that “submissive” was a set of clothes Katie put on to go to work. To see the way she gives herself up to the sensations of the session, sometimes guiding me to give her what she wants, “my collar, pull on my collar,” suggests this is someone living their own truth as she helps me explore mine; on this occasion, someone looking for the release of the session after a day of flat-move hassle and stress.

This is, perhaps, someone driven to do it by what it is.