Dammit Doms!
Caution, weather forecast for today says sarcasm flooding is becoming an increasing concern for Seattle due to several days of locally heavy retardation. A cold front dropping southward out of the souls of strip club patrons increases the assassination threat to the general Seattle area. A few pop-up snarky showers and distain thunderstorms are possible across the blog-o-sphere for the next few days.
I met a rather special retard gentleman last night at work. I walked up to him and he smiled and giggled a bit ridiculously so I asked him what was so amusing and he commented slimily that “Any dom worth his weight in salt would smile if he saw such a lovely specimen coming in his direction.” Just one of those nights I suppose. I literally immediately felt like I’d just been dunked headfirst in one or two of his bodily fluids and they’d quickly chilled and started solidifying on my face. I worked out some semblance of a smile and introduced myself, ignoring his annoying use of the term “dom”.
The conversation was stunted, dry, and annoying as all he appeared to want to do was call himself a dom over and over, comment about his slave and their various activities, and I swear I remember him punching himself in the face a few times…though that may have been a post-toke hopeful hallucination. After I did not respond to his borderline childish plea for attention as he had hoped, he looked at me, almost concerned, and said “well that’s what I do you know; I beat people for fun”. Before he even smirked that big smirk I mentioned in sort of an offhand way that “so do I”. He looked at me confused and said “huh?” to which I repeated slowly “I beat people for fun too.”
At this point his domly-dom demeanor sort of deflated into this sad confused little thing…Oh dear, thinking back on it, I may have accidentally wounded his ego just a little bit. Poor thing. He attempted to redeem himself by mentioning that he’d even been to the CSPC once and a swinger’s club in Vegas too! I put on my bestest excited face and spoke in much too high of a pitch, “Wow, that’s great!.....Do you want a dance or not?” I had given up hope getting a dance from this exasperating sort of person and was just looking for a way out of the conversation at this point.
I really don’t enjoy this type of personage…they sort of give all of the people in the kinky ‘lifestyle’ a bad name and this nugget of joy in particular was just rubbing my slave heart the wrong way. He mentioned that he was broke and I do believe as I was walking away he let me know that he could be found at the Noc Noc on a regular basis. Well that’ll make the hitter’s job easier…
I met a rather special retard gentleman last night at work. I walked up to him and he smiled and giggled a bit ridiculously so I asked him what was so amusing and he commented slimily that “Any dom worth his weight in salt would smile if he saw such a lovely specimen coming in his direction.” Just one of those nights I suppose. I literally immediately felt like I’d just been dunked headfirst in one or two of his bodily fluids and they’d quickly chilled and started solidifying on my face. I worked out some semblance of a smile and introduced myself, ignoring his annoying use of the term “dom”.
The conversation was stunted, dry, and annoying as all he appeared to want to do was call himself a dom over and over, comment about his slave and their various activities, and I swear I remember him punching himself in the face a few times…though that may have been a post-toke hopeful hallucination. After I did not respond to his borderline childish plea for attention as he had hoped, he looked at me, almost concerned, and said “well that’s what I do you know; I beat people for fun”. Before he even smirked that big smirk I mentioned in sort of an offhand way that “so do I”. He looked at me confused and said “huh?” to which I repeated slowly “I beat people for fun too.”
At this point his domly-dom demeanor sort of deflated into this sad confused little thing…Oh dear, thinking back on it, I may have accidentally wounded his ego just a little bit. Poor thing. He attempted to redeem himself by mentioning that he’d even been to the CSPC once and a swinger’s club in Vegas too! I put on my bestest excited face and spoke in much too high of a pitch, “Wow, that’s great!.....Do you want a dance or not?” I had given up hope getting a dance from this exasperating sort of person and was just looking for a way out of the conversation at this point.
I really don’t enjoy this type of personage…they sort of give all of the people in the kinky ‘lifestyle’ a bad name and this nugget of joy in particular was just rubbing my slave heart the wrong way. He mentioned that he was broke and I do believe as I was walking away he let me know that he could be found at the Noc Noc on a regular basis. Well that’ll make the hitter’s job easier…