I’m being summoned back to the front lines in war-torn Portland, My once-beloved hometown. If there’s anything left of it worth claiming, that is. wink
It’s been a minute since I’ve unleashed My wicked attention on the submissives of The Rose City. One of the many things I miss about Portland? Its salaciously anonymous glory holes and the endless possibilities behind them. Utah could never tolerate such deliciously debauched proclivities.
If you were privileged enough to serve Me back in the days of The Conservatory, you’ll remember the adult store tucked under the same roof, porn booths in the back.
I lost count of how many times I slipped on a long coat and led a trembling little slut through those doors, mouths full of promises, eyes wide with fear and hunger ~ only to be turned out properly.
Good times. Lusciously lewd times.
And now, good news: I’ve carved out a few rare openings in My schedule while I’m there. A handful of holes to fill, as it were.
If you’re bold enough to petition for My consideration, send Me an email with a tantalizing offer of flesh and tribute. Preference will go to those who have already proven themselves worthy… and to the polite and generous among you who know how to catch My eye.
Friday, October 10th and Saturday, October 11th.
A private studio. No interruptions. No audience. Just you and Me.
Are you brave enough to step forward? Are you worthy?
