Anyone else think it’s funny how key it is to never get angry at annoying clients? Seeing as there’s a 90% chance that’s what they want- or worse- discover that they enjoy?
Such contradiction. Much aggravation. Wow.
When I’m angry with them I just put a big smile on my…
When I get suspicious that I’m being wound up because someone wants to be “really punished” I go into super-nice-domme mode and make them ask explicitly and clearly for every smack, precisely to avoid reinforcing the notion that treating me like shit gets you what you want. It makes me cry tears of rage though that I can’t pull a
and punch them without it being a pyrhhic victory. Usually, I’m the sort of person who doesn’t need anyone else to know about a win to feel victorious, but it certainly grinds my gears to see the back of those fucks walking away without a clear notion that they’ve been bested. But I associate those types of clients much more with dungeons — I think it’s too expensive to see an independent and risk not being able to effectively piss her off (plus it’s harder to find the new, vulnerable workers).
But I associate those types of clients much more with dungeons — I think it’s too expensive to see an independent and risk not being able to effectively piss her off (plus it’s harder to find the new, vulnerable workers).
This is a good point. This particular client- hilariously, or not so- is the very one I wrote about in P+L 2. I haven’t seen him since, but since I stopped working full time, this has been going on and off. We’re on a straight year of this bullshit. This includes the gall to ask me where my new location is because he wants to eventually rent it for a private session with his girlfriend.
I never want to lose a potentially good client, but there’s no reason for me to accommodate him considering he’s a fucking pain. From an emotional standpoint, he almost makes me miss working at a house. Like if I just sat there and waited, we’d finally just meet and he’d quit messaging me for another year.
I dislike this assumption of availability. I can’t do shit like bend space and time to fit my day job, the fact that it takes no less than 40 minutes to get across Manhattan to get to my rental and the fact that I have to just carry my fucking gear around for his benefit. It’s ridic. If I were to price this, my rate for him would be up 300%.
I get the nagging feeling he does this to ensure that I’ll hit him as hard as humanly possible , which is still damn possible considering I session so infrequently. Satisfying as it will be when it actually happens, I don’t want my anger to get the best of me. No good can come from an out of control dominant party- but let me tell you how closely I eyed my heavy straps when I got ready for work this morning. I can feel my the crick in my right shoulder kicking in already.