“Eventually, I had put in my time and got to be the one doing the flogging—the dominant. But it was still just a show for me. At the end of the night I went home with money in my pockets and no strong desires to flog anyone outside of work.”
Hasiba chuckled a little at this, and I had to bite my lip a little, doing my best to keep it serious.
“There were others who didn’t,” I said. “I mean they went home and all, but they didn’t leave their desires at the club. We called them lifestylers, and they called us…well, I don’t know what they called us, but I’m sure it was nothing too flattering. The point is, I never understood their need to be dominant over someone all the time. Not until now.”
I looked over at Hasiba. Her eyes were wavering. I began stroking her hand as I laid out what I had been thinking of since I wrote out her three-page rule book.