Date: 7/12/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories
“ You will never find yourself a good man if you don't start acting like a lady. I wish you weren't so tall...” Whenever I do the trip to the studio I recall those words of my mother and smirk. I am in high spirits now and they make me laugh. Good thing that the street is empty since the rainstorm had just stopped. The dead autumn leaves and mud stick to my sneakers but I shrug that off. While I am walking with my hands buried deep in the bowels of the blue jeans hanging loosely off my waist, my mind is busy clearing itself of any thoughts. Usually the best way for that is to plan my outfit for the encounter. I can't say that I hated my mother but that indignation of hers was like a catnip to me. The usual tactic is to keep silent until the mild mannered woman would lose her shit. Then I'd utter something in a sickening sweet voice while fluttering eyelashes. “Well, I guess I just have to find myself a not so good man who doesn't mind being on his knees.” That is my little way of letting her know I loved her. I pick up my pace and keep my head down the whole time. The baseball cap covers my face and due to my short hair and lack of any visible curves I could even pass for a man. Still I don't take chances of being recognized. I can come up with a creative lie if that happened. However, one of my principles is to avoid complications. Finally my feet bring me to the building and I pull out the bunch of keys kept together by a massive metal ring. As I unlock the heavy front ...