I still remember my very first session. I was utterly terrified. I was ready a good half hour before the client was scheduled to come, and I spent a good part of that time alternating between peeking out the window and checking my clothes and makeup. When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath... and my adventure as a professional dominatrix began.

Yesterday, I stopped by The Gates and picked up my clothes, toys and makeup. When I got home and unpacked, I cried while slowly going over every item that I'd kept stored at The Gates. I put on my favorite session dress, lovingly polished my thigh high boots, and smiled while going through the assorted gifts I'd gotten over the years.

It seems that my time at The Gates has come to an end. And, if you're reading this, I owe you an apology. I never meant to fade away quietly... my intention was to end my career with a bang.

But, after graduating and finding myself a fabulous job, I found it much too difficult to find the balance in my life to enable me to continue working at The Gates. I'd love to continue, but the stakes are now much too high. Although I personally don't feel that being a professional dominatrix makes me immoral (and hopefully YOU agree), I know that not everyone feels that way.

So, I'm sad to announce that my days of playing professionally are over. I'll still check my email from time to time, scribble some of my kinky thoughts in this blog, show up at BAGG occasionally, and strut my sexy self around at the Folsom Street fair.

Thanks for all the fond memories!

Goodbye.