A domme I just met yesterday on Niteflirt, told me to get my ass up to Westchester and take her shopping at the mall. So early this morning I rented a car and drove up to Westchester.
Princess Emily had instructed me to meet her in the parking lot of a small park near her home (so, she wouldn't need to reveal her address to me). It was a run-down, deserted park with a lonely set of see-saws -- the kind of park whose main apparent purpose is to provide a parking lot for furtive encounters between closeted commuters. As I pulled in and looked for Princess Emily, I realized my purpose in being here was not much different than those men -- I was looking to satsify my socially-unacceptbale sexual urges and was willing to take unusual risks to do so.
In that parking lot, I met Princess Emily for the first time (we had spoken on the phone and I had seen photos). Unfortunately, I knew within a few minutes that we didn't have good personal chemistry. In part, I was not really attracted to her although I felt obliged to continue with my promised day of shopping. [CONTD]
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