Kink Femdom

Here is his gushing missive to me in the wake of a dinner I shared with a slave. It brought a smile to my face so I thought I would share it here. Photo is of Lady Seductress.

“Like anybody, I would like to live a long life.  Longevity has its place.  But I’m not concerned about that now.  (S)he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain.  And I’ve looked over.  And I’ve seen the Promised Land.  I don’t know what will happen now, we’ve got some difficult days ahead.  But it really doesn’t matter to me now because I’ve been to the mountaintop.”  – MLK 4/3/1968;  dramatically recited by in an Uber after dinner at Island Creek last Monday. 

Triumph, deliverance and a side of oysters.  Try as you will, you’ll never be able to take away the sense of glory you gave me.  My ego may not have needed a booster shot.  And doubtless you’ll chip away at it in due course.  But regardless,  thank you for giving me such a overwhelming feeling of accomplishment.  I still feel electric. 

I wish I could travel back in time to exactly a year ago:  find myself walking through the Common after our first session.  Pants stained, mind blown.   I wish I could place a hand on his shoulder and whisper reassuringly in his ear:  surely, you’re on the road to redemption, and the view from the mountaintop will be even more inspiring than you’ve dreamed.