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That was just amazing...

Lady Cheyenne called our office and just spilled it all out. "I am a Mistress. I need a website that talks about pain and domination..." All of that stuff.

She was actually speaking to our main sales person. This sales woman was young, very preppy, very cute, blond, blue eyes, pink lipstick WASP republican as you can get, sales woman. I just remember her wearing pink Polo shirts with the collar flipped up all the time. She looked like she stepped out of a toothpaste commercial, or some kind of mega church thing... or she just finished playing tennis at the country club and drove here in the $200,000 Jaguar she bought with the money she won suing some homeless charity for false advertising. Or something.

Anyway... The sales woman was a bit... naive.

I happened to be in the office with the owner of the company when she finished the call. This blond sales woman walked in bright red, shaking a little, flustered... "A woman just called. She's into 'pain'? At first I thought she was talking about a clinic..."

Back then we had been approached by a couple legit pharma companies that made pain meds, especially the extreme pain meds that were given to terminal patients, palliative care centers, that kind of thing.

At first, this sales woman thought Lady Cheyenne worked for one of those. You know, a hospital or something that manages pain when people fell off a building or whatever. So she took notes.

"I was taking notes... But... But then she started talking about spankings... and 'cock and ball torture'... and... and I thought she worked for Amnesty International or something? Why would someone torture cock and balls?!? But... but then it got crazy... she was talking about... Domination??? And whippings and body worship. I think she was a Dominatrix!!"

She was shocked! Shocked I dare say!

My boss and I just chuckled.

Before she walked off still shaking she said "I don't think I can handle this."

My boss and I were pretty good friends at the time. He was tragically vanilla, but knew about my interest in kink. He didn't know all the details, but ya know... those were the days when HBO Real Sex was all the rage... so we talked about some of that stuff.

He looked at me and laughed. "Why don't you take this one?" So I did.

Except he added, "Listen. This is BUSINESS. I know you like that stuff, but when you go there, you MUST act business-like. DO NOT go ga ga over her spanking benches or whatever. Keep it professional."

Foolishly, I did.

I went to the place, which was an older house. And, I don't know why, but houses built back then were usually 4 foot off the ground to make room for the basement? Or something?

So I ring the bell and I am standing on the ground and a few steps up is the door... and it opens... and its Lady Cheyenne in full leather regalia... Leather corset... leather thong... leather boots... An absolute GODDESS standing before me... Cute as hell... except... scowling at me. I haven't even met her and I have displeased her somehow.

My young 20-something hormones were instantly carbonated. I could barely contain myself.

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds.

Finally, I spoke. "I'm from the web design company? Uh... You setup an appointment to talk about websites?"

Lady Cheyenne just smiled and giggled and then really started laughing. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were... someone else. Come in."

She gives me an elaborate tour. I cannot fucking believe my luck. I've found it! I've actually found MY PEOPLE!! Finally! The resolution of all the fruitless searches... I see the light and the heat...

But I have to act business like... So I use all my willpower to contain my fanboy giddiness.

Finally, she leads me to a classroom setting. She has me sit in the little grade school chair with the built in desk, and she sat behind the teacher desk and started idly playing with a paddle.

Actually, it was probably good that I was sitting in the little school boy desk. Just like in Jr. High, those desks work great for hiding boners.

Anyway... I was very upset she didn't buy a website from us... So I made it a point to start going there for... other reasons. And thank god for that.

Oh... And... Yeah... Jamaica is a whole different story...

But, respectfully, one detail you forgot (and I will never forget) at one point, I was on that blanket on the floor at the foot of the bed... naked... with my wrists cuffed together and tied to the bed... and my bare bottom was periodically being swatted with a flogger. Because I was bad? Or something? I think I was asked about how "I had not been nice to a woman in the past" or something like that. I recall saying something about a girl I dated and broke up with or whatever... And my bare ass was being whipped as punishment for that.

Now that I am thinking about it, it was the Domme friend that was also in the room... and I think she was just bored, so she decided to whip my 20-something subbie ass.