When I was in my early twenties, I was a Dominatrix in a real dungeon. I made a lot of money and had a lot of clients. Since then I had married, had a son and been widowed. So, here I am in my mid-forties. I was out running errands a couple of days ago and ran into my old Master, who had run the dungeon I had performed at.
He offered me the dungeon because he informed me that he was retiring. I had told him that I would think it over and would get back to him with an answer. I had lunch with Julie yesterday. Julie was my best friend since high school and we had been through a lot together. She told me that I should “go for it” and how fabulous I still looked in my middle age.
I had gone into my closet and pulled out my box of outfits and devices that I used back then and was going through the items reminiscing about my clients and the acts I used to perform. I had even tried on my black vinyl steel boned corset and my vinyl stiletto knee high boots. Everything fit as snug as a glove.
