The problem with following a domme who is also a writer is that when I fall behind on my writing projects, my blog writing definitely suffers. I apologize for that.
I am posting this because of a call that I just had on the phone with a sissy who regularly visits a professional dominatrix in his local area. I asked him if what he was going to get her for Christmas and he told me, “probably nothing.” I always tip her when we have a session.
I tried to set this guy right. You see, being a dominatrix or a phone sex operator means you’re in a service industry. Gifts to people who serve you mean more than their monetary value.
I remember when I was in 7th grade; I had a math teacher named Mr. Hubbard. In the primary grades, we all gave our teachers gifts, but by seventh grade we were too old for that. Even worse, Mr. Hubbard was a single guy whose hobbies and interests none of us really knew. What we did know was that if we had trouble with math, he’d come early or stay late to help us and he never gave up on us. I didn’t grow up rich and I didn’t have much money, but I was determined to get Mr. Hubbard something. I wound up buying him a glass container with cherry and apple hard candies for Christmas. It was kind of a lame gift, but seeing how his eyes lit up, I suddenly understood, “it’s the thought that counts.”
There is no obligation to give anybody gifts. That’s what gift means. It’s that optional nature that makes thoughtful gifts mean so much. It’s a great feeling to know you’re thought of. It’s my first Christmas doing this job, so I have no frame of reference, but the two tributes I received so far have meant the world to me.
Have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate. I will be back before New Years with a very steamy little story.