In Search Of The Perfect Houseboy
Mercy! It has been a hell of a week at La Salon duVivian! Too much work is making for a pissy Fem Dom. Pissy is never a good thing in any household, however it has made me realize, I REALLY need a Houseboy! I needed one yesterday, cause you never know when your Wingman might to go down; anyway, we aren’t getting any younger. No need to wear out the Alpha slut, eh?
You’d think it would be a simple enough task, if you stop to factor the numbers of single submissive males on the planet. Even after sifting through a batch of some that might fit, I can’t find the energy to sprint off the blocks. That first hurdle is always the hardest, my Professional status, as a Mastubatrix.
Filtering out those males that can’t see the forest for the trees can be very frustrating. Frustrating most, when practically perfect boys can’t give my livelihood the same level of respect afforded a 7-11 clerk or bank teller, which in turn, blows their chance to Serve the kind of Top they profess to desire.
What’s up with that?
Are my standards too high? They haven’t been in the past.
· Single
· Professional
· Enjoys & has the means to travel
· Good social skills
· Tidy
· Fits our style of BDSM
Every few weeks I spend a few hours digging around Profiles, to see if there might be a gent, worthy to follow in my wake and become a part of an exciting circle of lifestyle and business friends. Several times I have been tempted to write, but haven’t had the energy to prepare myself for the onslaught of negativity, that always wounds my feelings. It’s tough to be a tender Domme.
My nature is to care, my sights set on perfection. Rules and directions wrapped in patience and benevolence, is to me - the essence of a committed Trainer. Desire and the skills to guide the bottom to shine under mentorship, is the true gift given from the Top.
So, how does a fussy Pro Dom find that perfect boy to push around? What is She to do when both see the vast possibilities, but all he can focus on is the business model? A pity our own scene culture is so quick to jump to conclusions, which negate the finer points of an open-minded society- like the one we profess to be.
Sigh, maybe I’m just too old-fashioned for today’s tastes and my skills no longer have as great a value. Still I will press on and troll, I mean, research – yeah -research hard for that one in a million, extra special servant, who fits like a kid glove and can make a perfect cuppa Joe.