HOW THE SLAVE TRADE BEGAN
The student proverty grind....Let me tell you that I learned to survive on Ramen Noodles, Yogurt and Diet Pepsi and mooching dinners at Mom's. Sometimes while cocktailing (cocktail waitressing, no, not partying and imbibing), I would find myself in one of those precipitously low blood sugar moments with nothing to eat but drink garnishes such as cocktail olives, lemon wedges, maraschino cherries and the like. I would guzzle 7-Up or ginger ale to keep from passing out. All because there was no food around my apartment. And no money till I counted my tips that nite.

I knew I had to do something to raise my income level. I wasn't interested in escorting. I know girls who do it and they work it. They populate the Delano Hotel like seagulls scrounging food tidbits on the beach. I know how much most of them go for, meaning the going rate for the solo high class escorts, and while it was tempting to consider, I knew it wasn't me. Call cocktailing more of a sure thing.

My quandary is that graduate work is more time-consuming. I'm figuratively handcuffed. I want to go out more, do what I want to do more, but there are so many hours I have to put in and... The sheer hours and demands drag me down, grad school is so much more rigorous compared to the easy sail into bachelor degree bay. I literally couldn't conceive taking on another 'job'. Niteflirt is a good deal for me, I can study while I wait for calls.

I had already played with my sister's slave, a doctor who my sister used to work for (she's a nurse), when he had put in a special request for double domme playtime. So when my sister got engaged and was planning on moving out of the area, she decided to bow out of her domination days, she set up the transfer of her slave 'fatfuck' to me. I took over her biweekly Wednesday afternoon slave sessions. Basically this translated into a thousand dollar a month gift of cash peppered with a few shopping sprees. And put me in a nicer apartment, away from the edgy neighborhood where I was renting.

So I upgraded my apartment, and this swallowed a good portion of the doctor's money. I needed another slave. And he came in the form of slave boyfriend who I shall write about later. But when he went into rehab, I was back to square one. After talking it over with one of my trusted friends, who has never steered me wrong on advice, I advertised for a slave. And found the toad. {toad photo above)