The Dominatrix Next Door
*Upon request, I am reposting my blog from Smithmag 2007. I no longer conduct professional dominatrix sessions. I just act like one.
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 I am not your normal, everyday dominatrix. I don’t stalk into the dungeon at midnight, don thigh-high leather boots, and beat a white, middle-aged CEO to a bloody pulp while screaming, “Worthless Pig!” Nope, I am the shy neighbor next door. I could be sitting next to you on the subway smirking at the New Yorkercartoons or cycling past you in the park on my racing bike. I love dogs, swimming in the ocean, long walks on moonlit nights, and well, I happen to like to hurt people. Read More.

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Learning the Ropes Part II

Twenty-one years old, Ivy-league educated, and rejected from dungeon employment, I did the next best thing to joining the ranks of “Venus” and “Pandora.” I wrote my senior thesis on BDSM–- a theoretical exposition. Read More.

A Cure for Pain Part III

It is Sunday evening and I am on the 6 o’clock train from mall-town, New Jersey heading back to Manhattan. When I get to Penn Station, I will take the subway to my BDSM studio instead of returning to my apartment. There I will find a man padlocked in my cage...Read More

The Dirty Client Part IV

Slave. Submissive. Masochist. Bottom. Fetishist. Pervert. Slut. Cross Dresser. Client.
Client is the word that makes them squirm...Read More.