jusmeinbr

Well, there are times during sessions I have at hotels where the provider and I mutually agree to turn on the TV for a few minutes, but that’s to help drown out the noise of paddles being applied to my bare ass with considerable vigor 😀!

I have heard the same thing about South Florida! When MZB was touring in the U.S. in early 2023 (he’s now retired), he came to New Orleans, and I met with him six times in seven days, and he told me that he got no clients whatsoever during his stay in Miami. New Orleans has a history of not being a great destination to find clients either (the listings barely expand even during Southern Decadence), but the appearance of @PhileasFogg on the scene kind of changed that 😀! I personally think you’re going to do quite well in many U. S. cities because I think your profile is stellar, but there’s no doubt some cities seem to be places where the juice just isn’t worth the squeeze. Hopefully forum members can help you avoid them so you don’t waste time or resources.

My sole activities that I enjoy are worshipping feet, being spanked, and having my face sat upon. I always just jerk off myself to “take care of things” as I refer to it in my own RM profile. When I first started hiring 21 years ago (and for about 10-12 years thereafter), I would be so aroused and excited that I would “take care of things” after only about 20 minutes, after which I was perfectly content to just call it a highly satisfying session and be on my way. I never met a provider who wasn’t very content for that to be the case, and one provider even said, “I love how all this turns you on so much and so fast, and it makes it so much easier for me.” Now, however (at age 62), “things” are much harder to “take care of,” so I always wait until after the provider leaves before even attempting. Being honest, I don’t want the embarrassment of not being able to go “over the top” in 3-4 minutes, nor do I want the provider to somehow feel he “missed the mark.” That’s why now the duration of a session is far more significant to me than it was 20 years ago. When “Mr. Timer” left that second time, I could not even come close to “taking care of things,” so I just stared at a photo of a retired provider from when he and I met 15-20 years ago, and I fantasized that it had been him I’d just met with rather than “Mr. Timer.”

And that was my only time in 21 years!

I don’t take it as an attack at all, and he wasn’t supposed to know. It also hasn’t upset me (at least not long term) because, on a scale of 1-10 on the quality of our sessions, he was, at best a “4.” That goes directly to my commentary about how “weak” the New Orleans market is (at least for what I’m looking for) and has been for at least the last 15 years. If things don’t go well with any given provider (and that has been the case on maybe 5% of the guys I’ve hired over the years), I tend to just avoid conflict or any potential thereof and just move on. When he made it so obvious that meeting with me was practically a burden or, at a minimum, a huge inconvenience, I could not get a good mindset for continuing. In addition to being “weak,” the New Orleans market is also very small and, for reasons that I prefer not to publicize here (or even discuss via PM), that also played a significant role in my decision to sever ties with him. As I sated in this post on Ian_Twink, I’ve found a perfect “10” on that 1-10 scale so, even though it means an eight-hour bus ride each way (and getting a hotel for a couple of nights), it’s something that I’m only too happy to do because he is my dream perfect provider for the unique desires I have for a fulfilling and enjoyable encounter.

I completely agree and, if he had stayed in the market, I would link him, but I think he was wise to just exit it after a rather short tenure (about six weeks).

The issue is deeper than that for me. I’ve hired for 21 years, and I’ve always been very respectful of any provider’s time. I take a quick glance at my watch as I know the session’s end is approaching, and it is always me who says, “Well, I see we only have a few minutes left, and I’ve had a fantastic time and look forward to seeing you again.” Of course, if the session is so mediocre that I know I won’t be rehiring, I just express appreciation for him meeting with me. In 21 years and having never experienced this act of a timer being set until four months ago, even having a timer set, for me personally, felt like an insult that I couldn’t be trusted to not infringe upon or be respectful of his time. That’s just my take on the whole incident.

In response to this post, @Mark_fl revealed the fact that he'd once been placed on a timer by a provider. From his post: "5) I know we're paying for time and it's a business, but I don't want to feel like he's watching the clock. One guy set a timer. Talk about ruining the fantasy of the BFE." I had the same thing happen about four (4) months ago. The guy set the timer, and he indicated our time was up before it even went off (I hired for an hour). I could tell from the start that he was about the money and nothing but the money because I indicated that I didn't know how long we'd been together. His reply, "Don't worry. We can always extend it." Obviously, he meant by doubling his compensation. Anyway, he said the time was up, got dressed, and headed for the door. I accompanied him and, what he may not have realized is that the phone app I utilize records the date AND time of a text sent or received. Well, he texted me, "I'm at your front door." At the point that I closed the door to let him out, I checked that text. The elapsed time between when he sent it and the door closing for his departure was 43 minutes (17 minutes short of the hour for which I'd hired him). The New Orleans market is weak (and that's being very kind), so I contemplated for an extended period (several days) whether I would ever have him back over given that I'd enjoyed a decent time in the 43 minutes he was at my apartment, but not only did I feel cheated out of approximately $85, I felt certain it was intentional. Because the market is so weak in New Orleans, and he was willing to travel an hour to reach my apartment (though he added to his standard fee to compensate for him having to travel, which I fully understood and agreed to pay), I opted to hire him again. I did think maybe there was a small chance he inadvertently set the time to the wrong amount of time. Second visit was the same routine. Timer set only this time the timer literally went off! I said, "Boy, that was fast," to which he replied, "No, I arrived an hour ago." [Not accurate]. So, he departs again and, with my apartment only eight steps from one of three pools in the complex, he actually said, "Maybe next time I (not "we") can hang out by the pool after we're done." I said, "Sure!" I also said to myself that, unless he's ever at the complex visiting any other resident, that would be the last time he would ever see that pool. His R/M ad was gone after about six weeks, and he confided to me that I was the only client who had hired him during the time it was up. Just curious. Are Mark_fl and I the only clients who have ever literally been set to a timer?

Well, as I mentioned in the post, there are details I skipped over in order to keep the post from being too long; however, in light of your question (as well as several PMs I've gotten similar in nature), I want to go ahead and provide that material that I skipped over simply to keep the post from being too long. -------------------- I realized he wasn't going to fulfill his end of the bargain by him simply saying that he wasn't comfortable with it, and he volunteered that he'd only taken out an ad in utter desperation and stated to me via email (and this is verbatim), "I don't think anyone would agree to take it up the ass for money if they weren't desperate." [I know every member of this forum knows that is NOT the case, but this young man was naive entailing the arena he'd entered]. I really needed someone just to talk to about the whole matter (really just a shoulder to be understanding) because the whole desire (particularly for spanking) can be so frustrating, especially when you see an IDEAL prospect like this young man which just vanished so quickly, so I confided what had happened to my best friend (who remains my best friend to this day). He already knew of my desires because he and I met through a spanking contact website (The SWAT Team way back then). He, however, was ONLY into spanking and no other activity, and it was his preference to receive (i.e. be spanked) rather than give (spank). Nevertheless, he was (and is) incredibly hot, and my mindset is that I can ONLY be spanked by such guys (i.e. no way can I spank such a hot guy, HE gets to do the spanking). He finally said to me, "<my name>, I can see it's going to be impossible for me to reprogram you, so I'll agree to just spank you!" He and I have met literally (no exaggeration) hundreds of times for him to spank me. Unfortunately, due to circumstances which I don't want to publicize here, our ability to meet became logistically much, much more difficult 15 years ago. At any rate, when I shared what had transpired with him, he was FUMING mad, and I do mean MAD! He demanded to know the young man's name, but I told him I just wanted to forget the whole episode. He then said, "Well, it's NOT going to just be forgotten," and he demanded to see the check, so I gave it to him. He also told me, "You're my best friend, but you sure can be gullible. I promise you this kid is not even enrolled in college." I told him that there is no way he could have faked the kind of accounting knowledge he did, but my best friend continued to insist I'd been duped! Well, with that name (which is not a very common name), he started researching, and he found the same name registered to a lady in a city 60 miles from here. He called her, and he asked: "Ms. Xxxxxxx. do you know xxxxxx xxxxxx," to which he said she immediately asked, "He's my nephew. What's he done now?" My friend responded, "Well, at this point, nothing ma'am, but I just wanted to find out if you may know him." My fest friend then uncovered the fact that the young man's grandfather was a music professor at a major university (not the one at which he was enrolled). His next step was to fire off an email (which I told him I was completely against doing but you would have to know my friend), introducing himself and letting him know just how angry he was over what he had done. He also volunteered that he'd spoken briefly with his aunt and was well aware of the professorship that his grandfather held, and he named the university. The next thing that happened was that the young man called me and asked why I'd chosen to involve anyone else in the matter between us. He did confide that under no circumstances did he want his grandfather finding out anything about what had happened. I asked both him and my best friend if we could engage in a three-way phone call, and they both agreed to. I told both my best friend and the young man that I wanted to just let the whole episode go because I wanted the young man to be able to finish school, and I also didn't even desire having a meeting for my own spanking (and other) desires given that the young man had indicated his mentality (i.e. "Nobody takes it up the ass....."). My friend asked him point-blank, "Do you swear to me that you are enrolled in the university?" The young man swore that he was. My friend responded, "Well, there is no way I would agree to this if it were my money, but it's not, so what <my name> wants to do (we'd discussed this before the three-way call took place) is meet at McDonald's tomorrow morning for breakfast and, if you produce a fee slip showing you paid the tuition with that money, I will back off because that's what <my name> wants me to do, but just be damn glad you're dealing with him and not me!" I showed up at McDonald's, and there was the young man at a table. He was practically in tears (sincerely, not fake) and still seemed nervous even after what my friend had said the prior day, and he told me, "I am really sorry," and he even said, "I did some research, and I wanted to show you this website that helps people connect for male spanking." It was Guyspank, which wound up taking over for the SWAT Team after that website shut down years before. I told him, "Xxxxxxxxxx, trust me, I know about virtually any male/male spanking contact site out there, but I do appreciate you trying to help." I even volunteered that I'd been to all male spanking gatherings in Dallas, Altana, and Chicago (all true). My friend showed up to join us being MUCH, MUCH calmer than he was when he first found out about what happened, but he still said to me early that morning, "I am going to bet you he won't be able to produce a fee bill." He did introduce himself, and after about 30-40 seconds he said, "Well, <my name> wants to be a nice guy and just pay for your tuition this semester, but I insist on seeing the fee bill!" The young man pulled it right out and showed it to him! We each went to the counter and ordered a little something to eat, and the remainder of the meeting was very relaxed. My friend ended the meeting by saying, "You got lucky on this, but I do want you to know that <my name> and I both wish you the best in life, but as a word of advice, don't ever do anything like this again!" The young man said, "I thank both of you, and I promise you nothing like this will ever happen with me the rest of my life." I also sent the link for his presentation to the water system's Board of Directors to my best friend, and he said, "Wow! That's impressive." I knew he had the potential to make a success of his life and, especially after hearing what his aunt told my best friend ("What's he done now?"), it made me feel really happy for him because, while he idolized his grandfather, his father was a totally different matter. So, now that the whole story is out there (but I'm sure you can see why I left all of the above out because it would have made for a marathon post), I'm sure everyone can see why I did not reach out to the young man even after five years passed. As a final word, my best friend (who knew and knows I think he is hot as hell) said to me, "Well, <my name> I can see why you wanted to meet with him! He is a very good looking young man." --------------------- So that, as Paul Harvey used to say, "is the rest of the story." Thank you to everyone who gave a thumbs up and certainly for those who took the time to read his follow-up. I figured I'd never end up posting this whole episode, but seeing others' stories helped me realized that, contrary to my thoughts, I wouldn't have become the laughing stock of this whole forum even if I'd posted it years ago. Thanks, everybody!

I’ve only been asked for a pic one time (though on one other occasion one provider expressed disappointment that my RM profile had no face pic). I regret sending one to the provider who requested it, and I will merely state that both were out of the business within two months of entering the arena. I have no intention of ever sending another if a future request is made of me.

I am so thrilled that this happened, and I felt certain something like that had to be the case (too incredibly popular wherever he is). I’ve hired for 21 years, and I’ve never experienced anything like him, and I sincerely mean that! Like I’ve said before, Austin is an eight-hour bus ride for me, but it’s a trip I am going to make as often as I can, and that should be no less than once a month. If he’s in Houston, I will be there unless there is something really major to hold me back! He is THAT much of a superstar in my book!

I have only one past experience to compare, and I'm going to give the "cliff notes" version, but if anybody wants the "filler" part that I'm leaving off, I'll be happy to provide: Around 2006, a student at the university in the city where I reside took out an ad, which I believe was on the old Men4RentNow. I replied the same way I've been replying to ads in the 21 years I've been hiring, which is to state the only three activities which "do it" for me: being spanked (probably the biggest one), worshipping the provider's feet, and having my face sat upon. It was obvious that he was new (and I'd only been hiring a couple of years at that time), so he asked if we could first meet at a restaurant to feel one another out. I obliged. During the meal, he harped on how disheartened he was that he could not pay his tuition for the upcoming semester and would therefore risk all of the hard work he'd put in pursuing his accounting degree and becoming a CPA. Being an inactive CPA myself, we discussed (not to bore anyone) principles which I knew he should be learning based on the courses he told me he'd just taken. Our discussion was highly, highly specific on accounting issues, and it was VERY obvious that he was a legitimate accounting student and was retaining what he'd learned. When I returned home, I made a spontaneous decision to send him an email (iPhones had not yet even come out -- hence no texts) proposing that, if he was interested, I could pay his tuition as a prepayment for 13 meetings (tuition was $2,600 and back then $200 was the "going" rate). I told him that we could meet at a restaurant the next day and I would provide the check. He was ESTATIC!! I KNEW as I handed the check over (payee was blank) that I had essentially no recourse if he never met with me, but I had compassion for him because he'd told me about having a tough time growing up with a father who had abandoned the family. A couple of weeks after I supplied the check, it became obvious that he did not want to hold his end of the bargain (and clearly wasn't going to) and I knew there was nothing I could do. <-------At this point is where I'm leaving a TON of material out, but I can supplement if anyone is interested.-------> I resolved myself that I'd just helped a young man out and let it go. About five years later, I Googled his name, and I discovered a presentation he was making to a water system's Board of Directors (it was in the minutes). He'd graduated, gotten his CPA license, and I actually was very, very happy for him notwithstanding the loss of funds on my end. So, as far as I'm concerned, that was a "happy ending," and, being honest, I've thought about previously posting the whole episode to this forum, but I thought I'd be the laughing stock of the whole forum given that so many clients strenuously object to even providing a much smaller deposit for a single meeting (and I fully concur now). Seeing so many others step up on this post, however, has caused me to be willing to publish my one and only similar situation. From reading the initial post on this thread, I don't think the situation described has even the remotest possibility of having a "happy ending," so I have to agree with the sentiments expressed by others that you just have to let it go.

Sorry, I definitely didn’t read closely enough and responded as a two-way street rather than a one-way street. It would probably be better for me to refrain from trying to process anything with my brain when I can hardly keep my eyes open and keep from falling asleep even as I read because of a long (but very eventful and happy) day 😀.

That’s what I’ve done (stick with one primary regular with others hired only occasionally). Unfortunately, the New Orleans market has made doing so extremely difficult because what I’m looking for so rarely appears in New Orleans anymore. As the pandemic made its way into our lives, I did notice apparent built-up frustration for both client and provider which, in turn, did seem to spill over into an elevated level of a total lack of common courtesy from both sides. Over the last two years, however, I’ve noticed a drastic improvement in professionalism and courtesy exhibited by providers for which I’m grately appreciative. I can’t say much about fellow clients, but I do suspect there remains accumulated frustration that sometimes gets unfairly dumped on the providers. That’s just a suspicion on my part though. For me personally, all in all, I’m more happy with this hobby now than in the last 20 years. I’m not even concerned about the fact that experiencing that happiness first entails an eight-hour one-way bus ride to Austin. 😀.

And there is nothing quite like having that beautiful ass having a seat on my face!!