Secrets of a Dominatrix

I have a friend; let's call her Jane...who is typical in every way that  you'd assume a housewife and mom could ever be typical.
Nice house, a (seemingly) great husband; 2 kids....a yellow lab in the back yard.
She cooks dinner (chicken and pasta and salad with garlic bread)...she does the laundry (whites with whites; towels by themselves....dark colors in one load...) and she goes to Yoga twice a week while the kids are in school. Normal life; average compared to 96% of the rest of the population.
We've been friends for 4 years now.
'Jane' is also, among everything else that she is, a closet dominatrix.
Her husband kisses her goodby every day before work; she kisses her children goodby every day before school; she feeds the dog and vacuums the living room floor and does the breakfast dishes....
then she checks her emails and makes her appointments for the day.
At 11:00 (three times each week; Mondays, Wedensdays, and Fridays) she meets 'Mark'; a lawyer who is married with 2 daughters. He has been married for 22 years to the same woman. They have Christmas parties; go to the movies every weekend with their daughters and sip red wine by the fireplace every evening after dinner....
'Mark', unbeknownst to his wife of 22 years, secretly LOVES to wear women's underwear and be beaten for it; at least; so 'Jane' giggles and tells me. So she buys him a new pair of underwear, three times each week and meets him at 11:00 sharp in his office, posing as a 'client'. He closes the door, puts on his new undies and she makes him stand, spread eagled against his desk bent over slightly while she spanks him mercilessly with an egg spatula that she brought from home. He cries silently and doesn't mutter a word; part of the control I guess; so that no one will hear?; and she spanks him until he has large red welts all over his ass and thighs...she explained to me that there are never any 'lasting marks' like bruises or bleeding; just large welts left so that he will be sore and feel the 'pricks of pain' from his suit pants and the chair when he sits or stands....
Jane has never had sex with any of her 'clients'. She says it's not about the sex at all....it's about the control she has over them and their acceptance of it and their 'need' for it...
I can honestly say that while it all seems a bit lurid and strange to me; the notion is fascinating. There's a bit of a morbid curiosity bubbling inside of me about what makes this type of role playing game or lifestyle 'click'...
All I know is that she is ELATED every afternoon when she comes home and we share a cup of coffee and giggle about her latest escapades; but she is also very respectful in that she never tells me true identities or names--all to protect the innocent...lol; she only says that I'd be 'shocked and amazed' about who wants what from her....I guess there are just some things that I DON'T need to know!...but if my viewers like these posts; or 'secrets from my dominatrix neighbor' and aren't offended; then I'll keep posting them...
I guess this is a test run to see who likes to read what....so give me some feedback people!

Misery Loves Company...except when lonely is better.

It's scary to wake up one day when you're 35 and realize that your life is 1/3 or more 'over'....scarier still to wake up when you're 35 and realize that at 35, you've yet to find true 'peace and happiness' in your life...MUCH scarier still to wonder if in fact you ever will...
Most of my blog posts are or have been pretty 'normal'...short snippits about where to find what; how to do this or that...nothing with any 'meat on the bones' content I guess...
most people are afraid to put themselves out there to the world and be ripped apart equally by fans or critics or 'followers'...but since I don't have very many followers as of yet; I suppose that, for now; I'll just have to take my chances and let the chips fall where they may.
I'm 35. A mom of 4 biological children and 2 step children. A wife. And a full time manager of someone else's company.
I'm 35 and I don't want to be 35. I never wanted children (truth be  known) and I'm despairingly miserable in my marriage. I'm intelligent and driven and constantly wonder why I'm managing someone else's company and not my OWN. At 35, I  feel totally and completely swallowed up in my life. This isn't a pity party...just a fact; self realization and 100% honesty let me say that my life and all that 's wrong with it is completely my own fault.
Still; as a 35 year old woman; I fantasize about something better; something 'more'; and wonder if it's 'too late' for me....and I wonder how many other women out there (and men too?) wonder the same thing...
regret the choices they made...or realize that life has swept them up in a current too strong to swim against and left them with no options....
I've been married twice now...the first time was a TOTAL mistake; but when you're pregnant at 15; there really doesn't seem to be many open roads for you when you don't have an accepting family...so there is strike one for me...lol.
Met a great guy and fell in love 'once upon a time' about 13 years ago now...but he decided to begin a journey down a different path than me regarding religion/spirituality; diet; parenting; politics and just about everything else and I just don't know who I'm waking up beside of anymore...I'm married to a stranger that I loved once; a long time ago; but I just don't know who he is anymore....if that makes sense?
Not that I expect anyone out there to really read this or relate...or maybe I do?....
I guess somehow it just makes it easier to cope with it all to put it down onto a screen where I can actually SEE how I feel inside; and say the things that my heart WANTS to say but that my voice can't find the courage to...