I have been offered money to be a submissive.
Weird I know.
This was about two years ago, just after I moved to the city.
She was a woman in her late 40s or early 50s. We met via Alt and she had misled me from the very beginning.
When we met I noticed her first lie. She was not in her mid-forties as her profile said, she was easily in her mid fifties. I was 30.
Ok, no problem, most women fib about their age so I wasn’t too upset about that.
It was after maybe twenty minutes of conversation she confessed to what she was really looking for.
First off, she was married to a very wealthy man. She knew that he had a few girlfriends on the side, she claimed that she rarely saw her husband and had decided it was time for her to explore her dominant side. She had a few casual play partners but wanted something more. She wanted a boy to be on her beck and call.
She told me to think about it.
I would be given my own apartment close to hers, I would be free to do whatever I wanted with my free time. If I wanted to go back to school, she would pay for that as well. All of my needs would be taken care of.
I would be required to be available to her at all times. If she called me in the middle of something I would need to stop everything to leave and be available to her.
I would not have any limits and I would be required to wear a chastity device at all times.
She asked me what I thought of her proposal and I was totally speechless.
I won’t lie, I do enjoy the idea of being a boy-toy or a kept man.
The sad thing was, I actually considered it. I don’t know why.
I wasn’t attracted to her in the least, nor did I really feel submissive to her.
Maybe it was the opportunity for a unique experience or the intoxicating idea of being under so much control.
The fact that I even considered it for a minute surprised me. I was ashamed that I ever made fun of gold digging women who date guys only because of their money. I know more than a handful who have and have given them endless amounts of crap over it. Now I, if only for a second, was considering the same.
I sometimes wonder how different my life would be if I had taken her up on her offer two years ago. I wonder if my answer would have been different if I was attracted to her.
Instead of sharing a small apartment in East Harlem with one of my best friends, I’d be in chastity in Chelsea.
Note to self: If you ever are in chastity, you must move to Chelsea, “chastity in Chelsea” would make a great blog name.
Looking at it all now. I have to say that East Harlem was the best choice.