Today was not my best of days.

I had been emailing someone from Collarme for more than a month. We spoke on the phone, there seemed to be a conversational connection. She was attractive, smart, I could easily make her laugh and she was looking for more than just casual play but said at first the relationship would be purely service oriented along with some play and we’d see where it would go from there.

Service and play for an attractive, smart woman? I didn’t have to think too long on that one.

After waiting for a month, playing phone tag and text tag she finally agreed to meet me. She wanted to meet at a coffee shop near Penn station, told me to wear a black shirt and the tightest jeans I could find. Naturally I did.

We were to meet at 1 o’clock and she told me not to make any plans for the rest of the day (sounds promising). She told me to arrive early (I did not need to be told this) as she claimed to always be on time.

I arrived at 12:45, sat in a booth and nervously drank my tea.

1pm came and went and around 1:25 I checked her email again making sure I had the right time and place. Then I checked it again. I then checked to make sure there wasn’t another coffee shop nearby. Maybe I sat in the wrong coffee shop?

1:30- I sent her a text with no reply

1:45- I call her and get voicemail. The waiter asks me for the fifth time if I’m going to order something other than tea. He’s very annoyed.

1:55- I lie to myself and say that she’s not late, she was probably just in the midwest on business and still has her watch set to central time and will be here any minute.

2:05: I use my trusty Iphone to write a Craigslist ad looking for a Domme in the “relationship section” even though I’ve written countless ads like this and haven’t received a single email. Maybe I’m writing them too sincerely, sounding too romantic or perhaps not romantic enough. Maybe I should make more than one reference to BDSM.

2:15: I say “fuck it” and write a Craigslist ad in the “casual encounters” section, again knowing I won’t get a single reply but at least I’m doing something.

2:25: I leave and go home, when I check, her craigslist profile is gone and of course I’m not getting any response from texts or emails.

I wish I could finish this with some hot story on how she was waiting for me when I got home but I wouldn’t be writing this now if that had happened would I?

I wish I could say this was the first time it happened.

My Saturday night?

Well since I was told not to make any plans for the evening I’m sitting here eating thanksgiving leftovers.

Tomorrow I’m meeting a few vanilla friends for a belated thanksgiving dinner.

Vanilla friends.

Maybe some of that vanilla will rub off on me and I won’t have to put up with this any longer.

Well….a boy can dream can’t he?

I look everywhere I can, yes, even craigslist.

Here’s an ad I recently came upon. It’s a fairly common post for what Craigslist delivers:

Secret Mistress seeks a straight man, who is capable of deep internal slavery, to collar long term.

Woooo where have you been all my life!

Relationship will be a total power exchange, not just B&D. Private. No extremes.

Yesssssssssss I’ll start packing my things now so I can move in right after we meet.

Slave: Strong. Masculine. Powerful and Dominant with everyone but Mistress.

Hell that could be me. I don’t bow down to just anyone.

Overly financially secure. Highly Successful. Intelligent in the extreme. A Protector and Care Taker.

Fuuuuuuuuuuckkk

He will tremble before me: collared, restrained and defenseless.

Yeah he will, in his custom made suit just after he gets out of his limo.

Shit god-damnit.

He will kiss the whip before it lashes him.

..but first he’ll need to take the silver spoon out of his mouth to do it.

If you approach, explain what Total Power Exchange (TPE) means to you. If you don’t give a thoughtful and intelligent reply about TPE, there will be no response. I’ve heard it all. Make me want you.

…or just show her your credit score.

Shit fuck fuck shit.

Impress me.

Yeah yeah yeah…I’m so screwed.