Part II of The Domme

First off I was late, because of porn. I whacked off for, like, an hour when I should have rushed upstairs and gotten dressed. I didn't want to but I was trapped; couldn't stop myself.

Then I had to spend a ton of time getting ready. A quick shower and then I spent a ton of time trying to figure out what to wear. She said she was dressing up, but just for herself. Maybe a corset, she said. She said she was sick of all the people dressing like shit in their designer sweats and t-shirts and baseball caps. So, I wanted to look nice, but not too nice, but not too underdressed.

She was going to meet me at a bar instead of her house, even though she already gave me her address and phone number- which I already had because I had done a bunch of research on her on the internet. She said she had a slave, an older man, coming to clean her house, and that she hated to be around for the cleaning process. I was thinking, Big Lie, her house is messy and she's covering for it and sort of showing off how powerful she is and how much she has going on.

Anyway I'm getting dressed and I wanted to wear my black leather slipper-type shoes - the leather is so rich, you can tell they're expensive - but I hadn't replaced that $28 black belt I accidentally left in a hotel room so I only had two belts. One was from high school, so it was, what?... jesus christ, almost 20 years old. Holy fuck I better buy some new belts. Anyway, it is one of those braided leather ones. They used to be cool but now they're way out of style. I tried it on and the thing was so short that only an inch or so of belt stuck out the other side of the buckle. Not even enough to reach the first belt loop. It was also very narrow and nothing looks tackier than a thin belt in big belt loops, especially when it slides up too far.

The other belt was a wide, flat, black leather belt I made after high school. I was in a period where, for the second time in my life, I actually felt sexy. And I looked GOOD at that time. Good lord what did I do with my life? I squandered my youth and vitality and good looks. I hooked up with my wife at age 23. She's the best thing that ever happened to me but my god I wish I had enjoyed having sex with more women. Before I was with her I'd only slept with two girls. Since then I've slept with a hell of a lot more. But they're not the young ripe ones I used to get. I could get some young ones now, by shedding this early middle-age baby fat I've put on, and claiming I'm 27. I better do that As Soon As Fucking Possible or I'm going to hate myself even more, later on.

But I digress. Let's go back 13 years to the belt. Stylistically, Western culture (by which I am referring to popular American and not the many subcultures such as, the Cowboy or Punk styles) hadn't yet evolved to encompass work boots. A year or so later, style accepted them when the Grunge era came along, and about that same time, the black hip-hop subculture adopted them (especially Timberlands). But just prior to that point, I was the only guy I ever saw doing it. I know it worked at the time, because I got compliments - even from female strangers - on them. Culturally it just fit.

Anyway I wanted a manly belt to go along with them, so I went to a leather store and bought a blank belt, and a basic buckle which I stitched in. I punched holes with my mom's leather punch and away we went. At that time I used the tightest hole. It looked pretty manly and I got compliments on it as well.

Fast forward to last night, where I was two or three nonexistent holes away from the last hole, the hole that was too loose to use back then. I grabbed a battery-operated drill I had borrowed from my father-in-law and still had to pack up for him to pick up in the morning when he passed by. The fact that I hadn't packed it up yet, nor gotten another one to replace my now-lost one, for that matter another, were just reminders that I should have prepared. Should have gotten my game tight. Should've put my house in order.

Anyway I drilled a couple new holes, and the one that fit best left only a tiny tongue of belt out the other side of the buckle. Not even enough to reach the first belt loop. Something else I should have started on a long time ago and been ready for this day: working out.

I decided against wearing those shoes anyway. The soles were too thin and I'd look short, and I - one more thing I procrastinated on 'til it was too late - hadn't gotten a pair of really nice shoes with high soles, to give me as much height as possible. She likes big, tall, Daddylike guys, so I wanted as much as I could get. So I put on my Hilfiger dress shoes. They're a year old and are a bit worn but hopefully she wouldn't notice.

She lives two hours away, and I had to get in the right mood, so I had to have my CD's. But it dawned on me, I had left my multidisc CD cartridge in the Navigator, which my wife had driven to work. I contemplated going there and getting it, but it was so far out of the way, and I wasn't even sure I could get access to her parking lot, that I decided not to. Yet another thing I should have taken care of before it was too late.

I decided to make a CD for the drive, so I could get into the right mood, but I realized one more thing I had procrastinated on for years: fixing the CD player in the other car. Without the cartridge you must rely on sliding a CD into the deck itself. However, the deck has malfunctioned the past couple three years, and it will only load the first CD you put into the deck when the car is totally cold. Fuck! I wouldn't be able to change CD's, or put in a slow, romantic groove one for when she was in my car later. Dammit.

I set about burning a blank CD, but I had to switch hard drives. The hard drive with my porn was connected to the computer but not the hard drive with all my music. I had been procrastinating on installing the controller card that would let me use multiple hard drives at once. Sheesh. What a wreck my life is. One big prolonged procrastination session.

So I swapped hard drives and spent a bunch of time picking songs, but, the way my default program was set up (I had never used it before), it wouldn't burn the CD. Fuck!! Shoulda practiced before. Shoulda been ready.

I used another program - Musicmatch - burned the CD with 70%seduction music, 30% music to get my head straight on the drive down.

I needed the help because I haven't slept (including tonight) 8 hours straight, in days. I just stay up fucking around online, and without sleep I become pretty out of it. One more thing I should have straightened out in my life.

Next I'll skip back to this past week and I'll talk more about her, and then about our night together, but for now I have to go clean up this place. I haven't done shit all night. Well-
I did hack into this awesome porn site with TONS of movies, and have been downloading them in the background all night.