Birth of a Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘Why don’t you have a full time job?’

The sound of that question had been echoing around the room like a broken record. I found myself regarding the speaker with a contempt and disgust I’d never felt for her before. Oh I’d known she could always be a little bit self-righteous and judgmental but I’d reckoned on having earned a little tact from her.

Her name’s Helene and she’s got the standard family with two kids and not much else to show for her life about from a load of friends who’ll smile to her face and stab her in the back the moment she say’s a wrong word on Facebook. I’ve known her ever since I started working in the same petrol station as her three years ago. So far I’d been spared that question but today it would seem my luck ran out.

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Birth of a Domme