I can’t believe I’ve not posted anything in a week! It’s been a busy one with the long holiday weekend, but nothing all that pervy to report. I did have some rather sadistic thoughts about the random breaker I was stuck behind for a bit on highway 5 coming home from LA. What is with the random breaking?? Was he dozing off and waking up thinking “Oh Shit I’m driving!” and hit the breaks? Perhaps he simply has no rythem and was tapping along with his favorite song. Or maybe he just has the attention span of a goldfish, “What’s this peddle for?” tap “Oh yeah. dumb ta dumta lalal la la.. driving driving driving…. what’s this peddle for?” tap.

Either way, I was more then happy to put him in my rear view mirror and think about how much I miss my spanking bench, leather straps and cane… and how little restraint I would show if he was the victim

When I got home I had tons of email to wade through. A question that comes up often is, will I take half hour appointments. I really don’t like to do sessions shorter then 90 minutes. Half hour doesn’t seem to be enough time to even wet my appatite, however, there are certain situations which they are called for. Simple foot worship, chastity inspections and weekly spankings come to mind. I’m sure there are others. When this question comes up, I let the person know that I will see them if they can work around my schedule. I also let them know that if we don’t hit it off, I will refer them to someone else. I think these are perfectly sane requests on my part.

Then I get this response from some yahoo who would like half an hour of armpit worship and a golden shower, but can’t possibly get away from work for more then an hour. Lord forbid he arrange something after work as his wifey might find out he likes to be pee’d on!

Dear Wicked, Who? You forgot my name since the last email?

Thanks for the email, I looked at your website again, it’s so 80’s.  You look so hot, but you show nothing.  What a tease!  Are you really a tease?  Or, are you embarrassed to show yourself?  Are you a sexual being, or just playing?  Did you retire from “the life” and then discover d/s energy to stretch out the “business” or pleasure?  Um, you’re begining to lose me here….

You know, there are so, so many wanton men out there to take advantage of, and why not???  Exactly!

But, alas, the age is changing, the thrill is over, the ride of it all is slowing down…  What’s the next bus to be a bozo on?  Yes, aren’t we all just clowns?  Send in the… About this time I look to see the time stamp on the email. Just after midnight. Hmmm… someone might need to install a breathalizer on their computer.

Shew away the sexual addicts and sweep up the cobwebs.  It’s time to find another gig, don’t you think?  Perhaps I could get a gig as the bartender who should have cut you off a drink earlier.

And let San Francisco stand for free love again.  Yeah man.

To the new age… Errr… ok. I guess the new age is sorta like the old age.

At this point he forgot his own name. I do have a feeling that at one point in the evening the words “I love you, man” escaped his lips.