Hey, Faggot:
This letter really doesn’t describe the extent of how far out of control I feel this situation has gotten, and although I’ve discussed the way these brief encounters make me feel, I don’t see that a compromise is near. Am I being selfish? Do you have any input as to what I should do? –T.S.M.
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Hey, TSM:
What is the secret to making great Toll House cookies? My cookies always come out flat and greasy. –Amateur Cook
I have a Master. He’s from Amsterdam and very handsome–and very wealthy. He only comes to town every three months or so, on business, and while he’s here I’m his total sex slave. I met my “Dutch Master” (ha ha) at a regular bar four years ago. I’d never done kinky sex before I met him. He took me back to his hotel room and kept me there all weekend (with my consent)! I loved it, all of it: being tied up, ordered around, treated like a slut. It just did something to me–it clicked.
What do you tell your boyfriend? The truth. If you’re having sex on the side, your boyfriend has a right to know about it. I’m guessing your Dutch Master has other boys in other ports, and a few sklaven around the house back home. I’m surprised you haven’t had to explain a little scabies or pubic lice outbreak before now (or worse–you are being safe with your Dutch Master, aren’t you?), but even so, you’d be well advised to use your impending PA as a conversation starter. Get all those cards on the table. As for your friends, tell them too. Believe me–I’ve been there–they’ll be jealous, impressed, or scandalized. And what’s so terrible about that? Hell, I don’t consider it a good week if I haven’t done at least those three things to a working majority of my friends. They may disapprove, but they’ll have to admire your guts. And how many of them have had a four-year relationship with anything other than a hairdresser or a collection agency?
