That might’ve been a really good idea when we first started dating and then at least I would’ve had some choice in the matter.”That made her rai...se up her face and stare at me very hard, “I suppose I should’ve but I was scared it would chase you away like it has so many other guys that I’ve tried to be open with. I really wanted to build a relationship with you and thought I could control myself. I’m ashamed that I was wrong but I would probably do much of the same again. I can only hope that. She looked at me and I was like, "What the fuck was that all about?" "Just a skanky bitch that is jealous of women with marketable talents." We didn't talk about it much, but as the evening went on it was obvious the big dyke was going around talking to several people. I would walk over to the bar or to certain areas of the dance floor and people would walk away. I only found out later that in “the scene” anyone who sells their skills as a Domme is pretty much shunned by the so called “true”. I have had a couple of messages on my phone telling me that at least a couple of them are on their way and should be here any time. There is a knock on the door and I throw on my dressing gown, wrapping it around me before opening the door a little to find that it is really one of my friends. I open the door fully and welcome him in. I offer him a drink which he takes. He comments about my pantyhose that he can see I am already wearing and asks if he can have a proper look. I open my dressing. Sweat pants, plaid shirt, and flip-flops. She wasn’t sure what kind of fashion statement that was, but it was definitely not normal.Lily said, “I don’t think he’s strange.”“That’s because you are used to him.”“Oh,” Lily said.“After he’s done mowing the lawn, you can play in the backyard.”“I’d rather watch cartoons,” Lily said with a frown.“I’d rather be a fashion model in Paris vacationing in San Tropez, but I’m not,” her mother said mispronouncing Tropez. She pronounced the z because she liked.