I teach, and there are parents of my students everywhere in this city
Posted as parents_evening
- Looking for
- a dominant who will meet me somewhere nobody looks for me
- Experience
- Fourteen years, three dynamics, all of them conducted very quietly.
- Around
- Villeurbanne, Lyon
In the last month I have run into families from my school in four different parts of this city, including once on a train an hour away. That is not bad luck. It is what a school of that size does to a place this size, and it decides everything about how I conduct the rest of my life.
Forty six, submissive, Villeurbanne, fourteen years in. Three dynamics, all of them quiet, none of which anybody ever knew about, and I am not sorry about a minute of that.
What discretion means for me: no photographs of my face, ever. First meetings outside the city, and I will drive, and I do not mind the journey. Nothing written anywhere that puts a name and this together. I will not attend anything, anywhere, at any point, because I watched a colleague's private life become a staffroom subject in about nine days.
None of which is the interesting part of me and I am aware I have now spent three paragraphs on it. What I actually want is a long domestic arrangement. Rules that run through an ordinary week. Service. Somebody who knows what my Tuesday contains and asks about it. Correction that is a conversation rather than anything that leaves a mark, since I stand in front of a room all day.
Not looking for anyone who finds the secrecy exciting, which is a specific reaction I have had twice. Not looking for a dominant who will push to meet locally because it is easier. Not looking for anything at all during the last three weeks of August, when I am unreachable and unbearable.