I had my suspicions regarding Gordon.


On a whim ( An old friend once pointed out that this is how I lived much of my life. Live on a whim, out on a limb. I found this observation disturbing & since then have gone about trying to curb my tendencies regarding poor impulse control. It's jarring when a person you respect challenges your self image. I always thought of myself as rather calculating) I answered an ad that was blunt & concise. An experienced Dom was looking for a potential Dominatrix to train. This Dom was adamant in the ad that there was no actual sex involved. Apparently there was potential for boat loads of money to be made by all.

Since my ship seemed to be sinking & not sailing, I thought that I would investigate. I was egged on by my above mentioned childhood friend. I'll call him Sebastian, who had been staying with me for perhaps to long. Going on four months and getting a bit desperate for entertainment, we found it in the form (or forum) of C.L. Sebastian is what I call a man of the world-he is possibly the most well traveled person I have ever met. He would bristle at the suggestion that he was a kept man, since he has married his long term lover . Let's just say he landed in an enviable position with a lovely husband and they richly deserve one another. They do good even while they sleep. However, Sebastian had a lot of free time as did I since I had been laid off. We were spending that time as we had so often done growing up. Sitting stoned on a sofa & amusing one another.

It was Sebastian who pointed out Gordon's post on Craig's List. It was all his fault Mom! I responded with what I thought was a well crafted, tongue in cheek post. Gordon, although truly brilliant, often misses my attempts at irony & did then as well. Sensing an opportunity to fuck with my fellow man, I drew out our dialog and grew more seriously intrigued w/ the concept. It was true that in a prior & somewhat unorthodox relationship,I had some modest experience in the realm of SM. We still had not met after months of e-mailing & phone conversations (my number always being blocked when I called him. How the world has changed since *69) but Gordon was weaving a seductive web of big bucks & adventure & I'll admit it. I was bored. I had been laid off for months & I saw every thing there was to see on cable. I was tired of reading, which was a rarity for me. Broke & restless, a lethal cocktail. So we agreed to meet.

Sebastian drove me to Gordon's place of business & waited in the car. Gordon sold antiques. More like a collection of eclectic junk in haphazard dusty & grimy groupings that made sense only to Gordon. I found out later that it attracted some serious collectors who indulged in amassing stamps, coins & old erotica. But what did I know? Very little it turned out.

-A