DeathinRevelry
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Well, I'm a dominant woman, and I work in customer service, so I feel very qualified to speak on this subject. Your post seems to assume that simply because I like taking charge of an intimate partner, I want to take charge of an entire office, and that just isn't so. People work jobs for all sorts of different reasons, from training and education, to desire and enjoyment in what they do, to financial need. I work in customer service because I like helping people get what they need and I enjoy the challenge of calming a frustrated customer down. The job doesn't come home with me, so I have plenty of time and mental energy to write when I get home, whereas those times that I've taken a management position have left me stressed and frazzled at the end of the day, with no creative energy left for my muse. Dominating a willing and eager submissive is very different than managing or administering an office. For one thing, with a submissive, you have someone who wants to do your bidding, while in the office you've got people who have agreed to do a specific task in return for a specific reward. My pets haven't expected more than a smile and a 'good job' when they've done well- they serve because it fulfills something inside them. Workers in an office are generally there because they need the paycheck, and hopefully enjoy part or all of their job tasks, although that's often seen as a secondary trait. Basically, you can't expect the same things from one as you can the other, and if you tried, you'd be setting yourself up for a tremendous crash. I'm aware that there will always be those that look down on me for my job preference. There will also be those that look down on me because I need to lose weight, or I wear glasses, or have brown hair, or I'm a single mother, or... Take your pick. Someone who can't be bothered to look beyond or find out why such conditions might exist really doesn't belong in my life, and I'm actually fairly grateful they tend to make themselves easy to spot.
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We raise bloody hands to the sky and scream, not from fear, but from joy... The cathartic moment when we plunge our hands into the hot blood of our enemies and there is no civilized thought to stop us from dancing on their graves - Laurell K Hamilton
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