Gotham Our Dominatrix

She is tall, strong, sexy, and wise. She’s a little dangerous, a bit taboo, but she knows what I want better than anyone else. I can be myself with her, without auto censorship. When I whisper my deepest desires into the pillow at night, she listens. She tells me that it’s ok, to want what I want. It’s my dream and my dime. Then she dangles a carrot and takes me for all I’m worth… every day. I can’t get enough. Sometimes she throws me a bone, some sparkling feather of success to wear in my cap, some exquisite pleasure that makes me feel I’m on top of the world and I’d gladly sell my soul for more of where that came from. Sometimes she is withholding, a torture that brings me to my knees.

She is no street corner tramp. She is the Park Avenue penthouse dungeon variety.

The sign on her shingle is Lady Liberty herself. The two women are in cahoots, what pair of hustlers! One beckons you in and promises you the world, lighting the way with her torch. The other, once your inside breaks your balls, tests your limits, mentally, and physically. Then when you think you can’t take it anymore, she kisses you and gives you a little taste to keep you going.

She locks us up in tiny cages called apartments that we pay dearly for the privilege to live in and yet, we stay.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, simply contemplating why we live here.

We come here from everywhere, to work long hours and do whatever it takes to chase our dreams. Without that mind set, this is not the place for you. She is not for the faint of heart. Unless, you are already substantially well established or have the great luxury to just enjoy the city for all her charms.

I could choose another place, like Miami, with it’s night life and big fine art scene. I could live in a fabulous apartment near the beach for what I currently pay in rent. Warm weather, healthy life style, salsa dancing whenever I want. Yet, I stay. Because it’s New York or bust! Because my career depends on it. Make it here and the world is yours. But meanwhile, I’ll settle for just a whiff of her perfume, a glimpse of the sparkle in her eye when I look at her and she smiles at me. To bask in the afterglow of some small triumph. She makes me feel like the little engine that could. Asadistic game, where you both pretend you are significant. Pro that she is, even with 8 million other clients she has you believing you are special! Oh she knows how to push my buttons! The worst is when she brings you to prolonged multiple orgasms of success dressed in (insert your dream here) and then, just when you think your going to reach nirvana in a mind blowing state of bliss she says,”Times up!” “You bitch!” I swear, “You’re killing me! But I need her. So I hawk my soul to stay, hoping that this time, I can earn her affections enough to be rewarded with what I so desperately desire.