January 19

Rainy day outside, awoke to the sound of water sloshing off the upstairs neighbors porch down onto our concrete deck.  I'm not sure what happens up there, but with a heavy rain, there is always the occasional *sploosh* as a torrent of built up rainwater comes sloshing down. 

I'm still pumped up from topping last night at the party, and I have a session this afternoon in my loft, well, had, I just found out with the incoming mail that I'm rescheduling to evening, my play partners flight from Beijing was altered.  I'm looking forward to it, through the various emails it seems we have much in common.  I've set my little impromptu loft dungeon up, and I'm happy it's to be after dark, because I love playing by candlelight.  Of  course you need good lighting for play, which means loads of candles, but I have no problem with that.  I find it hard to make much of a profit with the occasional pro sessions I do, because I'm so particular about creating the right sessions that by the time you factor in to the mix the personal costs of lubricant (quality lube, as lube users know, is costly) and I believe if I'm going in someone's back door, you need *lots* of lube.

Then, I have a penchant for these black latex gloves I found online, which are only available to me via mail order from the US, but I -have- to have them, they feel and look incredible.

Then there's the little extra's vanilla scented wipes in the bathroom in case people need them.  It's the contrast, I may have a submissive that I'm going to have covered in my piss that I've squatted over in the middle of my concrete sealed floor in the living room, or tiled kitchen floor, but then I have these dainty little après sex wet wipes you can get at the night clubs now as part of 'take home' safer sex kits.  Add the incense burnt before hand.  The cleaning costs involved afterwards because I like the ability to get messy on my furniture and on my fetish wear without worry.  

Then there's the leather saddle soap and conditioner.

The nature's miracle enzyme remover to completely devour any biological material on the floors to safely sanitize bio material left behind.

Then the condoms to cover toys, for that extra extra protection.

Then... etc, etc.  By the time you get done, never mind the costs of replacing toys, which with inevitable repetitive use get worn or broken.
You still come out with a little 'mad money'.  

My mother used to use that term, mad money, for any 'extra' unexpected income or windfall, mad money was always used for luxuries.  So it's nice and easy to re-invest pro-money back into play money.

The ultimate is if I get enough in the way of regular play partners to enjoy time with I can invest towards my dream of a BDSM estate, and live the lifestyle the way I'd really like to.  Kink Ranch, BD B and B, however you'd like to see it, a small plot of land, custom built housing, stables, kennels, dungeons, cabins, dojo.  People coming and going in a variety of capacities, live in, short stay, long stay, parties, weekends, seminars, opening up to community kink organizations.  Renting to pros, bartering, exchanging, slave labour.  A small benevolent dictatorship.  My first step is to get a small local space to play out of, so I can save up for a down payment.  What I'm hoping for is if I can get a regular pro client, is rather than pay me, they pay a mortgage payment, see me for free, first priority, and then they have the investment of the property, so really, they get their money back in a way, because property value in Vancouver core is always on the up rise.   Especially the live/work artists studios that I'd want to look at, for soundproofing, to use as a pro space.

Well, that's enough from me, time to write up a little temp contract for the evening... he he he...

Leila

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