I do go through a lot of boys. (I call them ‘boys’ because they are at least 20 years younger than me.) You know, a girl like me has her needs and… I like to get me a boy when it’s convenience, just like ordering Uber Eats.
Yes, I already have my own boys and men – personal lovers and subs – but I don’t like to call on them last minute. I have a different relationship with them; more involved… and they would rarely put up with me having them over for five minutes and throwing them out when I’m done. They know me too well, so they make sure to arrange a real ‘dynamic’ session for a few hours. I cannot treat them like my throwaway boys, they just won’t let me.
So… I find my throwaways on Tinder, Bumble, Feeld, Gleeden and Grindr. (Yes, I’m a girl and I’m on Grindr. No, Grindr isn’t only for gay men.) It is exceptionally easy to get a boy to my apartment for a booty call. They jump in the shower, take an Uber, and within 20 minutes they are waiting downstairs at mine.
Of course, such a booty call is like a ‘box of chocolates’: you never know what you are going to get until you get them inside. I always pick the Adonis’s so I at least get some eye-candy, but performance is always a gamble. This is why a girl needs to take control of her own pleasure. I learnt a very long time ago that boys can be a hit-and-miss in the love-making department. The odds were always against me, so rather than suffer through the bad and the ugly, I invested in my own pleasure to make sure it was always a happy ending for me. Now, I just use throwaways as a warm dildo, and sometimes I am delightfully surprised.
On the way over, it is usual for the boy to stay in contact, texting every movement he makes: “just got out of the shower”, “getting dressed now”, “I’m in the Uber”, and just sometimes, “I’m a little nervous”. These updates are kind of a foreplay for them… and to make sure that I am not going to ditch them at any moment. I know a lot of boys get led on, are catfished and are cancelled on at the last minute because a girl has had second thoughts, so they get a little clingy. But… I’ve never done that. Most girls are the underdog in such situations even though they have home-field advantage, whereas I’m always the hunter.
It is quite amusing when I first meet the boy on the street. (They never get to come up to my apartment first – I vet them on the street for safety.) Some are casual and allow me to control the conversation, some are scared as hell, shaking in their boots, and some just take me up into their arms, planting kisses on my lips. (It’s fun and erotic to feel their nervousness through their body.)
When I get them into my space, I remind them who I am: a Dominatrix. The deal is just vanilla sex, but I feel a duty to warn them as I am strict about consent. They need to know that they can’t treat me like any other woman; I’m not submissive. They won’t be able to lead or control our sex… they will have to do My pleasure. Some of them get a little surprised at this because they are used to just talk, not actually meeting a real Dominant Woman. Most take my position in their stride, and there has only been two I have let go at this point because they completely freaked out, obviously misunderstanding who I am, thinking I’m a pornDomme and want money.
Sex ensues when I make them take their clothes off, and I am always satisfied first. Sometimes the boys expect to snuggle in bed for a little while, or to go a second round after they recover, until I throw throw their clothes at them. Yes, I kick them out almost immediately. There’s not point keeping them around; I’m done and I want to go to sleep. As I’m pushing the boy out the door, he usually says he’d love to see me again and he’s available for something regular, but casual. I smile and nod and say, ‘Yeah, perhaps’.
As soon as my door is closed, and I hear the elevator go down, I open my app and delete him, (and sometimes block them). Even if they were sexy, I delete him. Even if they were good in bed, I delete him. Even if I liked him, I delete him. Why? Because there will always be more. I can’t have 100 boys on my booty call list. I only keep the best of the best, and throwaway boys by design are meant to be thrown away. They allow themselves to be treated this way because they don’t give any substance and they don’t push back to be treated any differently. Girls are always made by society and their mothers to have standards, limits and expectations to make men treat them well; men just don’t. They have never been the underdogs in the sex game, so they have no defence to make people treat them like they are worthwhile.
Yes, I take advantage of this. I’m a Dominant Woman who has a love and talent for Objectification. I objectify men because I enjoy the power and the pain of it, though, many men don’t even realise they are being objectify so…. But most of all, the reversal and symbolism of objectifying men makes me feel very naughty and smug. It’s payback.
Then the next week when I am feeling hot and horny, and I need another Tinder boy to service me, I do it all again. And it’s funny, a lot of times I see the same guys I’ve been with, but this time with blue highlights on their profiles (they have Super Swiped me). To them, I mysteriously vanished, and they are trying to get me back. Or… they go to other apps and swipe on me, trying to get me interested again. But it’s not going to happen. They are only good for a one-time thing. They haven’t given me anything else to make me think otherwise. And thus, I am more like a dude.
I tell my friends that I’m a very bad person; logically, but I feel no remorse. They laugh and say, “You are just doing what they do to us women. An eye for an eye. You avenge us, sister!”
