Dear Shoeblossom,
I have this tape of a conversation I had with my glorious Domme just before I married her...I am studying for my Master’s in Social Work while working in a casino, and Nohl just does so much to take the pressure off! Best,
Adiemus Szobak, or Dee-Dee.
“What’s wrong, Adiemus, do your titties still hurt?”
“Oh, please, Nohl, don’t call men’s nipples ti--”
“You are so caught up in your sexist bullshit, Adiemus. You get mad when I accuse you of whining or bitching, you say you’re not a gossip but a so-called raconteur, Jesus.”
“I am a man, though, Nohl!”
“You’re a male of sorts, I guess. What’s a seven letter word for whiner?”
“Crybaby, probably. But you were so excessive--”
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you know that.”
“It-it was difficult enough when you pierced my nipples and put hooped earrings in then, but then you--”
“Yes, I threaded a wire through them, and hung it up like a clothesline in the back yard. I think it was great. So good for your posture.”
“What?”
“Well, you either had pressure on your nipples if you let your heels go down to the ground, or pain in your arches to relieve the sting in the nipples.”
“Three HOURS, though?”
“Sure...your hands manacled behind your back, and look how you learned all those great contortions. And, you weren’t pressuring me to make love.”
“Yes, that.”
“Remember what they taught you in the seminary, do not squander your seed.”
“Uh, but I’m not in seminary anymore.”
“But what about my pearl without price?”
“You lost that a while ago, Nohl. You were fucking a guy in front of me, in my backyard!”
“While you were trying not to have your precious nips, those titties ripped off by the wire.”
“It’s just so painful. They are so sensitive.”
“Right. Five letter words for Tricky Dick’s stenographer?”
“Rose Mary Woods W-o-o-d-s.”
“See, you are of some use. Besides being a servile bitch-boy.”
“You were so nice when I met you in Italy, on the Via Condotti, Nohl.”
“Well, yes. Two expatriates with a metal enchantment. And you ate pussy with a stridence.”
“And you understood when I asked you to cane me.”
“All that Catholic guilt, of course. Or maybe it was my spiky blonde hair, and my cruel eyebrows. I’ve gotten that from more than one Brigitte Nielsen aficionado.”
“It was mean when your boyfriend burst in on us that day--”
“Gianni was calmer after I got you to suck his dick, though, dear.”
“Oh God, don’t remind me of it.”
“Well, separating you from that ridiculous seminary was some work, and I had to work within your kink, right babe?”
“It was a glorious tour, Nohl.”
“Yes. Raping you with the strap-on in San Marcos square, having you scream in the dungeon in Istanbul, tying you naked to the stern of the boat in Corfu like they did to what’s his face in the Iliad, so he’d be able to resist the Sirens--”
“You would understand that, wouldn’t you, Nohl?”
“I just love you, and although I am aroused when you mistreat me sometimes--”
“You are a true pain slut. Four letter word for objective?”
“Goal. G-o-a-l. But you are the one, and I honor you--”
“And you asked me to marry you, and here we are, in exotic Nevada.”
“I went from being a future priest to being a craps dealer, just for you, Nohl.”
“And I am so impressed with that, Dee-Dee.”
