Since this is the sixth piece in my St. Petersburg series, let me back up a bit….
He invites me to spend four days with him in Russia. I like him. There is potential for our occasional relationship to develop into a D/s relationship. Something I’ve been desperately searching for. But it’s complicated.
He used to hire me as a fetish escort, I lied to him about my age. Then I got pregnant (AI – no, not artificial intelligence) and didn’t tell him. By the time we met in St. Petersburg, I was in my fifth month and had a little baby bump as well as a few extra pounds.
Our play had gotten more intense over the past three years. The one constant was our shared kink for latex. Pretty much in all forms, many involving bondage, breathplay, heavyrubber, as well as public humiliation and simply elegant dinners (still in latex dresses). He pushed my boundaries like nobody else had. I lowered my own walls more than I did with anyone else.
Getting ready for St. Petersburg, I knew that my body had already changed. So much of what I owned didn’t fit any longer. But I hadn’t told him about my pregnancy and, frankly, I didn’t see how it had anything to do with it. My plan was to be the best submissive I could possibly be; and find out whether our feelings are mutual.
Did I mention money? Even though I stopped working as an escort, never asked for money, he always paid me. I never had the guts to just tell him ‘stop’, or even ask ‘why?’. It got into my head that he saw me as an escort for hire, even though I was more than willing to leave that part of my life behind.
The days before going to St. Petersburg made me sick. Not morning sickness, sick that he would not treat me, or even see me, as his submissive anymore. Heck, I was about to tell him that I was not the ‘early 30s’ escort, but instead a 40 year old, 5 months pregnant, soon to be single mother! And still, I wanted to let him see through my personal choice, and discover the submissive gem that is right at his doorstep. All he had to do was pick me up and take me in.

I managed to find time in the evenings to try on a fair amount of my latex items. Some I hadn’t worn in ages. Some were a must for any date with him. If I was going to be the submissive he was used to, I wanted to show him that I could still do it, even if it was harder. I literally practiced on my own to do the things I could easily do just a few months earlier.
Getting into a custom-made catsuit through a small neck-opening is hard work under the best of circumstances. I struggled, but after several failed attempts figured out how to get it on without any help. He liked to see me wear it (indoors and outdoors), but it was my job to get dressed as he wished. I had every intention of keeping it that way.
He did not train me. I trained myself. Did I know what he really wanted? Absolutely not. Was I right in believing that showing him how I could still be his sub, even though I was half-way to being a mom, was going to work?
Without being in a relationship, and yet wanting to be in one that I may never be in, gives the word ‘training’ a different twist. Pleasing him is my aspiration, what that means is often unspoken. So I train by myself, keep my body and skills in shape, recall every little detail from previous dates, his likes, his dislikes. I’m training myself without any idea whether he even cares.
So why do I do it then? Because if he does care about me, I want him to care about me the way I am. And that includes all my kinks, my fetishes, my desire to please him.
Regardless of what it looks like, I cannot wait for the day when he is in charge of training me. To be continued, I hope.
PurpleSole
That is a lot on your plate, hope all goes well. I like the picture, not the latex (although that is a nice part) but that you’ve shown a bit of your face. It kinda humanises everything in a lifestyle that most would only see as fantasy.
francescademont
Thanks, there is a lot in my plate, but fortunately, everyone here is really understanding and supportive. Columbia is great in giving me flexibility. What I can’t afford in my current and hopefully future line of work is for people to find out my past. That would not go over well. That’s why I am a bit paranoid about showing my face anywhere. Xox
Marie Rebelle
Thank you for sharing even more of you. If my calculations are correct you are due in February?
Rebel xox
francescademont
Late February – good counting😉
Donald Wilson
A pregnant sub is the most beautiful creature in the world, how could he not love you? When I was reading this my heart is going out to you so much.
francescademont
Thanks! I haven’t closed that chapter quite yet.
Donald Wilson
It is intense but so cool. Wish I could be fly on the wall.
Sweetgirl
Thank you for sharing and for linking to the Tell Me About meme 😊😊😊
missy
This sounds like such a tricky time for you. I really hope that it works out. It sounds like you make a great sub and have a lot to give. Fingers crossed he sees what is right there in front of him 🙂
francescademont
Thanks, missy. Sometimes I think I’ve turned him into something he’s not. But then he surprises me again and I’m all into him.
missy
Sometimes it takes a while. Maybe he is working out what he wants 😊
francescademont
I hope so. 😘
MPB
Gosh, what a complex situation. Thank you for sharing this journey with us.
francescademont
A journey it is! I just don’t know the destination. Thanks for following this odyssey.
David Proctor
You are a gorgeous earth mother, grounded in your body mind spirit, You are offering him the opportunity to submit to the beauty of creation that is larger and more dominating than he is.
francescademont
Maybe I should send your comments to him. Men. 😡
David Proctor
I agree. However not all men are like his insulated fearful controlled ass. A lot sure are. Maybe more men should submit to your earth mother beauty and control?! A lip smacking good time for all.
francescademont
Maybe I should start doing some of the smacking. 😊
Posy Churchgate
Intenses. So many hopes and dreams – I hope he can be the person you are hoping for. I must read on to see how this pans out. xx
francescademont
…if you find out, let me know. I haven’t… xo