Dominatrix By Design Part 8

I turned around and saw a man walking towards me. He had dark hair with a touch of salt and pepper beginning to show. He was shorter than me but not by much. I was immediately drawn to him. My heart began to beat faster and my knees felt weak. He came up and asked what had happened. I told him I had broken the game and he smiled a warm smile and laughed. I laughed with him for no obvious reason as he grabbed his tool belt and opened the game to fix it.

His teeth impressed me, which won’t surprise anyone that knows me. Mind you, I was a dental assistant and I always looked straight at the teeth. It was something we all did in that line of work. It was a natural and involuntary reaction that occurred every time I met someone new. No one was immune from my aesthetical assessments. He passed with flying colors and that was imperative. I began to do some troubleshooting of my own with the game. I have no idea why I decided to look into the machine. I had never even been into a casino, not to mention I had never seen the inside of any game there. I had no idea how or why it broke not to mention I am clueless on how to fix one. But I saw a wire that appeared loose, so I chimed in and pointed that out. I had to laugh at myself because I could hardly believe I did that. I knew absolutely nothing about those things, but I wanted to help fix what I thought was my fault.

 

Mistress Cat of Houston
Mistress Cat is a Professional Dominatrix in Houston, Texas.

We talked, and I was very intrigued and attracted to him. He wasn’t my type. No one was my type for that matter. I didn’t even know what my type was at this stage in my life. I had even thought that I might be a lesbian as I drove to Louisiana with my mother that very afternoon. I had purposely avoided all men for many years. I had been a self-chosen hermit for almost a decade and I was content. Not happy but content. We connected somehow, and I found it easy to talk to him. He was a well-spoken and intelligent man. I had just met a charming and intriguing man that worked in a casino. How could that be? My small-town mentality was alive and well. Oh yes It was Alive and well, passing judgment like I was important. This man with beautiful brown eyes and an engaging kind smile was unexpectedly introduced into my life. It was as if we had known each other for years. My words came freely and for a moment I had forgotten all about my mother. She was invisible and no thoughts of her consumed me. I felt at ease with him and then he was called away to another machine and like that, he was gone. It was over. Our brief conversation had come to an end and I knew I would never see him again. I said thank you and goodbye, gave him a charming smile and he walked away. I stood there in disbelief. Was I just flirting with a stranger? A stranger that I didn’t want to leave for reasons I cannot put into words. It felt like I had just talked to an old friend. He was gone all right. He disappeared into the casino as I watched him walk away.

I was ready to leave this dirty place and the man that unexpectedly had caught me off-guard. My mother and I walked around a while and she decided to carelessly pump more of her money into a game. I had no idea how long she would want to stay in this stuffy little hole. Frustrated and ready to leave I was. I decided to walk around to kill some time to cure my boredom. I had always liked to explore, so I fed my curiosity and wanted to see other people who shared the rush of gambling just like my mother. I walked around this casino in the middle of the afternoon with curiosity, excitement and disgust. I saw people of all walks of life. All these people shared one common desire. They all wanted to win, and who doesn’t… right? A room full of losers who came together in this particular place to escape from their life for a while. While they were all there for the same thing, they were vastly different. There were the upper-class businessmen with a college aged girl on each arm playing the high stakes table. Some people who were living the good life and some clearly compensating for something. There was everybody in-between. There were Upper middleclass couples having a vacation taking a chance on a big win but mostly passing their time with some money to burn. I looked across the hugely lit up room as slot machines lined up in what seems like never-ending rows with grandmas and grandpas having a good time. Then there were the people who clearly had no money to supply their addiction and distorted realities. I felt empathy for them but not enough to matter to anyone. Lights flashed like sirens in the darkroom as I secretly wanted to see this odd, blue collared mystery man who captivated me at the loneliest and most desperate time in my life.

 

 

 

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