The Mistress Is In
Article by Hope Alexander
August 11 2007. Article viewed 11547 times.
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It´s a pleasant afternoon when I go to see the Mistress. From her calm exterior and almost conservative dress, (a cream suit and short skirt with white ruffled blouse just sheer enough to hint at the lacey brassiere below) you´d never guess that she spends her days dressed in a variety of outfits ranging from a busty naughty nurse´s get up complete with white silk stockings, a strict headmistress in her tweeds and brandishing a cane, or the more traditional leather corset and fishnets outfit that so many of us think of when we hear the word ´Dominatrix.´
She greets me with a warm smile, the cream of her suit complimenting her long, naturally auburn hair. We are to take tea together, and the trepidation I felt at first melts away in her sunny smile and a few good cucumber sandwiches. She has a rapier wit, and a lively laugh, and after a few minutes of talking it´s easy to see how she has come to be one of the most highly regarded Dominatrices in the region. Her ability to put one at ease is devastating, a trait that must come in very handy whilst dealing with the naked bodies and desires of her clientel. We chat about the weather, (unseasonably cold), the war (unfashionably deadly), and our favorite colors (hers is pink) before I gather the necessary nerve to start in on the questioning.
“How long have you been a Dominatrix?” I stammer, feeling the lameness of the question, but figuring it is as good a place as any to start. She looks off into the distance a moment before answering, “Around fifteen years.” She responds, her gaze retuning back to mine. Her voice is low and calm, and there is a pleasing musicality to it. I try to imagine what that must be like to hear whilst naked and blindfolded, then hastily dismiss the thought in order to continue with the interview.
“And what do you like about professional Domination?”I ask. This question isn´t much better, but she gives a good answer. “I enjoy being able to work intimately with people, realizing their desires with them in reality, taking them to places they couldn´t otherwise go.” I nod, take a sip of my tea, and go on to the next question. Her large brown eyes rest comfortably on me the whole time with a searching gaze. I wonder if she´s trying to take my measure. Would I be a candidate for bondage? Perhaps a little electrical play? Or maybe some nipple torture. Her list of services is long and includes all of the aforementioned activities and much more. She caters to Adult Baby fetishists, those who enjoy Golden showers, CBT (that´s cock and ball torture), Caning, Flogging, Foot worship, Shibari (Japanese style rope bondage), and that´s just the beginning.
´How did you get started in the field?´ Is the next question on my list, and she doesn´t shy away from telling me about her early career as a stripper, escort, and prostitute. She certainly doesn´t seem to fit the bill of a sex worker, but assures me that she has always worked in the sex industry in one form or another. There is a gentle humor in her answers, she understands my incredulity at her being so together after so long in the industry. “We´re not all crack whores.” She laughs, sipping her Earl Gray, and I choke on mine a little, the profanity seeming somehow out of place falling from her lips. Then I give myself a reality check, who am I trying to kid? This woman spends her days sliding metal rods into men´s penises and piercing scrotums, she´s hardly a pristine princess.
The interview continues, next time - the tour of the Dungeon...
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