Hurricane Minx

So here we go again - another hurricane about to ravage the Gulf Coast. My most sincere thoughts go to everyone down there, be safe!

I did a session once during a hurricane, and it was quite intense. The session itself was quite banal - "a little of everything", "not too heavy", "oh, lets just try some things". Yeah, yeah, yeah. Snoozarama. I was working at one of the commercial dungeons in NYC, with multiple theme rooms at the time. I almost cancelled the session because of the approaching storm, but as I had rent to pay within a few days, I decided to go through with it.

I never cancelled sessions - ever - without a good reason. And the reasons weren't just good on my own purrsonal scale, they were always unsurmountable. I've always felt that even when my clientele weren't behaving in a professional manner that was no excuse for any laziness on my own part. I've been stood up literally hundreds of times - standing around in the dungeon in full gear, specific whips and dungeon toys out, cleaned, and arranged, music playing and candles burning - waiting for a client to show who not only did not show but never called.

Their loss.

So during the session in the storm, the wind and rain were incredibly heavy - nothing like our current hurricanes, more of a heavy thunderstorm or Noreaster - and it's banging on the windows of the dungeon was rhythmic... I could feel the clouds passing as the rain and wind changed direction, as the rain poured and retreated. I was intrigued by this.

My client was annoyed. Even with the music turned up loudly he never got into subspace - not that I think this was something he was capable of, or even aware of, he was really one of the many bread-and-butter clients that I've seen where I knew the session would be unsatisfying for me but I had bills to pay - and was complaining.

After almost an hours' worth of half-hearted attempts at giving him some semblance of a real BDSM session, I too was annoyed. I assumed that he wanted to masturbate but he beat me to the punch and committed the "client cardinal sin" - he asked for a handjob.

Never, ever going to happen. Most clients and slaves are smart enough never to ask - you can fantasize all you want, but believe me when I say that I will make your life incredibly miserable in ways that you will never forget if you ask for sexual favors. And I wasn't in the mood to brush it aside because I had enjoyed the session myself - he annoyed the daylights out of me - so I told him to get dressed and that we'd "go into another room". He got excited at the prospect of what he thought was going to be his happy ending and followed me like a puppy dog.

I led him down the hallway and into the elevator (we were located on one floor of a non-descript office building). I pressed the button for the main floor and quickly stepped out as the doors closed.

I could see him exit on our surveillance camera at the main floor, expecting something special. Oh he got something special all right - our elevator was controlled by us on our floor and could not be accessed without our permission. He was jumping up and down, hitting his head against the wall, which was hilarious - he had a huge hard-on and his jeans were unbuttoned and now he was basically in public (viewable from the street in the lobby of our building!)...

I watched him for a few minutes and laughed until my stomach hurt. The other ladies that were working with me that day got a great laugh out of him as well. He tried valiantly to contain his erection without anyone else seeing, and took his humiliation and embarrassment out on the hapless elevator buttons.

Ask and ye shall receive...

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com