Living With Secrets

Living with secrets isn't always easy, especially when only a handful of people are in the dark.

My friends and boss all know that I'm a Domme. Most of them were initially surprised when they acquired this little tidbit of information but after discussing the difference between the TV/movie Dominatrix and my style of dominance they all said they could and should have seen it. I only keep my secret from my very loving but very religious and very conservative family. Sometimes I feel guilty that I am not open with them about this but most of the time I am practical enough to realize that I don't want to know about their sex lives and it is highly doubtful they want to know about mine.

Since I am so open with most people about my Dommeliness it is sometimes easy to forget to use caution when in front of my family. I can remember not to bring out the chains or the paddle. I do very well with that ;) It's when I open my mouth and that natural flirt oozes out that I sometimes get into trouble.

Thursday afternoon I was visiting with my 70 year old mother and performing some of the tasks she needed completed. "Can you please call the phone company and find out about this special offer they mailed me about? You do these things so much better than I". (No secret where I get my ability to persuade people to do the things I wish for them to do.)

I called and spoke with the representative for a few minutes and as the conversation continued, I remarked that I was always pleasantly surprised at how nice their customer service people are. I've never called this company and spoken with a grouchy or unhelpful person.

He laughed and replied with a slow Southern drawl, "You're the second person today to say something like that. A lady earlier asked how it was our company managed to have all their representatives behave in such a friendly and professional manner. I replied that they beat us. Like horses. You know how Arabian horses prance? Well they do that because their trainers whip them when training them."

Without even thinking about my mother sitting across the room listening to my end of the conversation, I laughed and remarked, "Well some people actually like being whipped." The tone of my voice and the manner of my laugh left no doubt about what I was referring.

Mom glanced over at me, her eyes wide. She cleared her throat, busied herself with whatever she was doing, and pretended to not hear the remainder of the conversation.

After hearing my remarks the company representative paused for a few seconds and then replied with a nervous laugh, "Well every company offers their perks."

"Well at least yours offers a very interesting perk", I teased.

"Oh yes Ma'am", he replied in that sort of eager voice submissive men use when the carrot of dominance is dangled before them.

By this time I was really laughing and enjoying teasing with him, but I was also a bit red in the face. I'd taken a simple task for my mom and without hesitation had turned it into an opportunity to flirt and tease someone about their interest in kink. We laughed and flirted a bit more and then I finished obtaining the information I needed. Thankfully when I put the phone down she didn't mention the conversation. As open as I am, that's not a conversation I really want to have with her.

I'm occasionally surprised at how effortlessly that teasing total strangers sort of thing happens to me. In most instances I am glad - it's fun. Still, I can see I really need to be a bit careful with it. My dad phoned tonight to tell me that the phone company guy had called looking for me, professing he had more information regarding my inquiry.

As I hung up, I could hear Mom laughing in the background. Maybe she was laughing at a TV show or something she was reading. I can only hope. The truth is, I imagine my secret is even less a secret than it was before ;)