Pro Subbing for Fun and Profit

Pro subbing. Admit it, the thought fascinates you.

The thought that you could do what you've wanted to your whole life, and get paid for it. All those other subs are paying for cookie-cutter by-the-script doms, or searching for years for their perfect life partner--and you? The femdoms are banging at your door for a chance at your flexible flesh.

Maybe.

There are no guarantees. It would be next to impossible to find out if you have it or not without trying it. Failure could mean humiliation, and not the sort you crave. But...nothing ventured, nothing gained, the old saying goes.

Perhaps the whole idea is foolish. Surely no femdom would pay money for a sub. No, they must have subs lining up for them, they have their pick, and what have you to offer them besides availability? Possibly nothing at all.

Possibly.

You might be one of those subs who will only submit to the right woman. And when you find her, you will know, just know that it will work, even though you may have your disagreements. This is how it is for many people.

Or you might not be. Maybe submission is the one thing that calls your soul, more than the gentle, fierce touch of a woman's hand.

You would have to do your homework. And that means more than just knowing about the toys, what they can do. No, you must know people, and how to move them. Are you at a loss when meeting strangers, do you have no idea how to introduce yourself? Do you wait for that woman to come over and invade your life?

Then stop here, this is not the place for you.

And it is not the place for the faint of heart. It is not that you must fear nothing, but that fear must drive you. There will be times when you have no contract, no agreements, no safety net at all, nothing but your wits to hold you in stead. When the chips come down and it's just you and her and nothing else, does your fear rattle you or focus you? When the pressure mounts, do you back out gracefully?

Then forget it.

You will have to be versatile, play games you never thought of and learn them on the fly. You will have to learn how to move her to tears with a moment's glance, and if it doesn't work and the only thing meeting you is a hard steely glare, then drop it and weather the storm. Everything you find distasteful, you must learn to do. You can beg, you can plead, but sooner or later, you will probably have to do it. You'll go through weeks without a match between you. Like CBT? Here's a scalpel. Does flogging turn you on? Try this gas mask.

What about your physical ideal? Oh, you might meet her once in a long while. But you'll have to put it aside. Now is not the time for timid fussing.

Can you dedicate yourself to this skill? Because it's a skill, knowing the right words to say, the right sounds to make, or maybe it's silence that she wants. And how will you know, when she's put a blindfold on you, and all you can hear is the heels beating out a steady rhythm on the hardwood floor? Can you still come up with a surprise, something unexpected they will remember when they masturbate and call out your name, later that night when you're gone?

Because you'll be gone. It will be hard on your heart. Being a professional means distance. It means you provide a service, and then, when you're dismissed, you leave. No hanging around, developing relationships that fuck with your practice. The coach always said sex screws up your game. It can be lonely and desolate, moving from partner to partner, and maybe you have your regulars, but they're only good because they tip you well and you know what they like. And maybe they like you to hold them afterward, but it's a friendly gesture and nothing more. If they wanted something more, they should look for someone else. You've got a job to do. Even though you know, you just know, that if you wanted to, they'd all be eating out of your hand (figuratively speaking, of course).

There will be little discussion of your desires, if any. They're paying you to get them off. Random chance will determine if you do too. Nights will come when you will go through it all and wonder, is that all there is? That's what she's all about? But what about my cock?

Do you have what it takes? Or is it just too much to ask, even for money?

So many questions that we never ask.