Betas and Benjamins

It has been very nearly two years since I used this magnificent site. I was an active member of the Findoms community, regularly chatting with dommes and slaves alike. I have truly missed the strong and lovely ladies of this small society, and I am happy to be back. I will be surprised (pleasantly so) if I am remembered by my friends here, but I can say very honestly that I have not forgotten them.

I know I do not owe anyone an explanation for my absence. With that said, the last two years have been rather exciting for me, and I would like to share my experiences with the community.

Unexpectedly, I began to focus on real time domination. I left an unsatisfying and rather demeaning job to do something I never thought I would: professionally entertain at a "gentlemen's club." You see, where I reside, the clubs are quite massive and almost BEG for naughty things to happen in dark corners, and a friend of mine who worked as a hostess in one of the clubs was describing an interaction (between a guest and an entertainer) she was fortunate enough to witness. Long story short, I discovered gentlemen's clubs are a magnet for submissive men. Oh, the possibilities.

I jumped on the opportunity and, unsurprisingly, had a little trouble at first. Well, I still have a little trouble from time to time. I meet hundreds of disgusting men every weekend that come to the club and think they are the ones in charge. And to inform those who don't know, guests are NEVER in charge at gentlemen's clubs. It doesn't matter if an entertainer is submissive herself--she is always the one in control. Yet, every night, groups of walking boners wander into the club (after taking a free limo ride, during which one or more of them definitely stood up through the moon roof and shouted "VEGAS BABY!") smelling strongly of Trying Too Hard by Manly McOverkill, wearing borrowed but expensive suits to overcompensate for empty wallets, ready to hand young ladies $20 then try to finger the ladies' unsuspecting assholes.
Anyone who has even briefly dabbled in femdom knows that kind of shit doesn't fly with dommes. I have slapped quite a few clients, and let me tell you right now...I don't do shit for $20. And why? Because in between the hundreds of repulsive baboons, there are sweet, submissive little piggies crying out for a woman like me. The hosts at my club know me and know my specialties, so when a wealthy client comes in who has specific fetishes, I am their go-to girl.

The first thing I do with these clients is instruct them to address me by my proper name. The second thing I do is lead them to the adult store that is connected to my club. I make them buy me lingerie, panties, stockings, and heels (I need something to wear after they buy the outfit I'm currently wearing). I make them buy me whatever toys I feel like using on them, such as crops, floggers, and gag balls. Sometimes, for my own amusement, I will make them try on lingerie for me in the dressing room.
When I am finished shopping, we reenter the club and head into the VIP area, stopping over at the ATM on the way. Using only my words and my sadistic charm, I make them pull out cash until the ATM tells them they've reached their daily limit (occasionally, they are able to get more released by calling their bank). After I tell them how much of my time they're going to buy, we settle into a cozy private room with a bottle of MY choice, and that's when things really get crazy.
I've had a client on his hands and knees, wearing a gag ball and doing his best to oink like a pig while I spat my drink on his head. Another client pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet every time I struck him on the ass with a paddle that left the word "SLUT" on his skin. Needless to say, I made over $1000 just doing that activity. One of my favorite clients, a repeat client who hands me $1000 each time he walks in the door (and spends upwards of $10,000 after that), once wore a collar at the club, and I led him around by a leash, making him hand $100 to every single entertainer and staff member with whom I am friends.

The club is a goldmine. The fury I feel after interacting with the shitheads I described earlier is put to good use each night when a submissive piggy strolls in. I have met many, many submissives during my time at the club, and there are quite a few who are repeat clients with whom I interact outside of the club. It has been a remarkable experience so far, and I am very thankful that I sort of fell into this new chapter.

The other exciting part of the last two years is a new relationship. My last boyfriend, my Alpha, and I had to part ways. We were going in different directions, and he wanted to move back East, so it came to a pretty natural end, and it was best for both of us. This happened soon after I stopped visiting this site, and I took a little over a year to just "do me." I didn't just...not look for someone. I actively avoided dating anyone. Of course I dealt with about a thousand guys who didn't understand the concept of a woman wanting to be by herself, but being the independent, dominant woman I am, it was easy to tell them to back the hell off before they got a six-inch heel shoved up their ass.

I still wasn't seeking a boyfriend when I stumbled across my current one. We spotted each other at a small local bar. I was drawn to the way he kept his head down, glanced at me occasionally, and kept his mouth shut. He was drawn to my aura of power and confidence...and my black stilettos. The first words we exchanged were, "Buy a lady a shot of whiskey," and...well, no words were actually exchanged; he met my demand with stunned silence, but luckily reached for his wallet and signaled the bartender.
From there, it was just magic. My boyfriend is not my slave--I doubt I could have such a relationship. However, he is submissive to me. If I want to go out for sushi, we go out for sushi. If I want to watch a certain movie, we watch that movie. If I want to go shopping, he'll be there to carry my bags. He carries my purse for me as well. He lives to make me smile. It seems his goal when he wakes up every day is to ensure my day goes well.

Between my "job" (I can hardly call it that) and my relationship, I have been a busy woman. Here and there, I had a few real time subs (mostly clients from the club), so it's been non-stop for me. I am trying to focus more energy on online financial domination, as it has its own special allure. I am happy to be back! Hopefully, I will come across a slave or two or three that make my time online worthwhile. If not, I'm sure chatting with my fellow dommes will be worth it!

Thanks for reading, and thank you in advance for welcoming me back into the community. I've missed it.

Lady St. Cloud