It was clear to me I had their attention, they kinda had that look on their face of “daaaaaaammmmmn” but also like they couldn’t figure out why ...they were checking out a guy (LOL). I loved it! I was so happy inside because I finally felt like I could attract sexy men and catch their eye.I walked in but was immediately disappointed that they went to the other side of the bar. They seemed to know one of the waitresses; they all seemed happy to see each other and I could feel myself getting. You reached for the top button of the shirt to open that one and allowed your hands to drift to the bottom-most button and opened that one. You pulled the chair from the desk and placed in near me.You lifted your legs to casually remove your shoes by kicking them off one by one. Placing your leg onto the chair and, with slow deliberateness, rolled your hose off your legs while closing your eyes as if removing them gave you such sensuous pleasure. After taking the stockings off both legs, you. The concept of "true love" and "self-sacrifice" was in short supply in a world that witnessed a shortened life span of about thirty-five for most folks. The atmosphere seemed to be "get what you can while you are still able" and I was in no position to question the logic of that status.The attendant for the main hall advised me that I was due in the hall for a special duty that all masters had to tend to on a weekly basis. I just nodded my head like it was "old news" for me and rousted out my. It felt degrading and naughty, yet it fulfilled some need I didn’t know I had, some identity that had been kept secret from myself. This part was very liberating and exciting.Nonetheless, when I took out or answered an ad, I felt adrenalized, even shaking. Why did I force myself to do this? If they responded, I was excited, yet terrified. If they didn’t, I felt disappointed and discouraged, but relieved. If I accepted, I would think about it all day, with a knot in my stomach. Yet, when it came.