She had two (possibly three) personal submissive males at her beck and call. Now she was looking for financially well-endowed men only.
I didn’t fit the bill.
“Only if by “financial” you men I can afford to buy you an occasional beer”.
She didn’t think it was funny but we kept talking anyway. I don’t know why I kept talking to her knowing there was no chance in hell, but I did.
She said submissive guys like me were a dime a dozen. She keeps a few personals for her enjoyment and collects financial slaves on the side. All of them were easily replaced.
I don’t know what she meant by submissive men like me. Tall? Ok, no, she didn’t mean that.
I told her I often write about the subject and asked if I could quote her. She said no.