Imagine yourself getting off a train. The whole ride everyone has been glancing at you, and who can blame them.

Head to toe you are paraded as a cheap whore.

The girly sneakers and fishnet stockings. The denim shorts so small your ass is peeking from underneath it. Your waistline is exposed since your top is a cut-off T-Shirt with the Font “Yes Daddy?” printed in pink gaudy letters. Your neck is covered by a leather collar with a small clasp and your makeup is overdone and cheap. The glitter eyeshadow, the pink lipgloss, and that pink blush. Even your nails are needlessly bedazzled and far too long.

You look like a pornstar carrying around that large duffle bag. A bag sent to you, and clearly expensive, with a list of items you were meant to bring with you on your journey. You had to ask if any personal items could be added, knowing that it is not up to you what goes in that bag.

Getting off the train you feel everyone's eyes on you as you proudly strut to your Sir waiting cross-armed with a cord in his hand. Me.

Waiting in my pressed cotton suit in navy blue, a grey silk textured tie, and a beige trench coat. I take you all in, pleased you came just as I had instructed you to. Setting the bag by my feet and simply saying “Sir” when meeting my gaze, I smile.

I waste no time, and you don’t protest in the slightest. The cord is applied to your neck and you are tugged along with me out of the station. I don’t care who sees, with both hands on the bright red fabric, I guide you back to my place, tugging just to make you stumble regularly.

Finally, at my door, I snap my fingers for you to be still as I unlock the door, as a good fucktoy would do. As we enter I fasten the leash to a small hook in the hallway as I take the bag to inspect it is all packed, I’ll be retrieving you shortly.

The training was worth it, you’re completely broken in, and it is only our first in-person meeting.

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So what was that? Well, I think it can be a road you can take with me. I am a rather experienced dom, with means and some sense of sophistication. I travel for work, a lot, and find myself in need of partners who say yes and know what they are doing.

Time to give up on any notions that this isn't the you-to-be. All those jerks who just dont know how to do it, and those nice guys who are far too considerate. Ice cream isn't going to fill the need for spicy food.

You either do this now or see yourself soon in another spoilt relationship because of your frustrations. I have seen what this does to women like you. You become perverse and out of control, always touching yourself and cross at people. This is the fix for that.

Does this have to be permanent, monogamous or even long-term? No!

But this is taking control, by giving in. So drop an asl and I can see what I am working with.