Okay, so download Tinder to my phone and advertise for a kind and caring Mistress for a spoiled rich girl? Skilled and trained Mistresses don't grow on trees, you know.<br/><br/>I couldn’t help but let out a laugh of genuine amusement at her comment—appreciating the sentiment, rather than in mockery—and my eyes glittered in appreciation of it.<br/><br/><strong>“One’s who know what they are doing, and don’t just shout and think that constitutes being a domme, anyway,”</strong>I chuckled in agreement.<strong>“And though you may be lucky in delving into that minefield and finding one who is as skilled and loving as you are hoping for, the problem can be she may not be compatible for you.”</strong><br/><br/>Giving her a wry look, I absently reached down to brush a stray hair out from the middle of her forehead, and back in place as I continued.<br/><br/><strong>“Your problem, my dear Jaclyn, is you may very much be attuned to the treatment that you are currently receiving from this Diane Du Monde. Certainly, your choice of calling yourself a ‘spoilt little rich girl’ speaks of someone who, subconsciously at least, craves such humiliation to balance the fact you find yourself in a position of power and whimsy on a daily basis.”</strong><br/><br/>Satisfied her hair was now correct, I resumed my position; straightening my stocking tops meticulously.<br/><strong><br/>“Until you learn, and acknowledge, your fetishes and fantasies, and all those things, deep down, you desperately need to experience, you will always be a walking target. It would also make finding a Mistress who would not take advantage of you, and give you what you want, next to impossible. The question is, can you be honest with me—and more importantly, yourself—and say what it is you need?”</strong><br/>