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  The clients started to come in slowly and things were picking up. I got asked many times to sleep with the customers or just wank them off but always refused. I didn’t want to be a hooker as well, that was never my intention. One day I was with this client who had a huge erection as I whipped him. I commented on it and made fun of it, I even hit it with a cane and he loved it. I then rubbed the cane up and down his shaft until he actually came. I guess I must have got carried away and taken things a little too far. When it came to settling up I told him it was a little bit more this time and he paid me an extra £50. Now every time he has an appointment with me he wants the same treatment and is happy to pay extra each time.

  Before long I started doing the same with other clients and the money came flooding in. The clients who become my regular slaves were sometimes treated to a hand job or full sex with me on top all the time. The punishment, torture, foot worship and bondage beforehand was a build-up to the sex act finale, which made them go absolutely mental when they came. It feels good to know their orgasms are mine to control and as their mistress they are not allowed to touch me or themselves unless I permit them. Now I was buying condoms in the hundreds and had to go to a warehouse to get them. I bought bags of vibrators which I let the clients use on me if they were good slaves and followed my orders. Then I had different sized strap-ons which I would use on them. I also invested in large amounts of lacy knickers which I instruct my slaves to wear when they are either at home or at work. Clients who used to come to me once a month were now turning up every week. I even stopped some of the adverts so I could cut the workload down a bit.

  From speaking with another dominatrix like myself I started changing things around a little. I’d make sure the slaves that came to me worshipped my body and that I had more control over them. I’d make sure they knew I was in charge and I’d actually get an adrenaline rush when I tortured them. I started to feel more confident, not only in my punishment sessions but in my everyday life. I once argued with a man who barged into me when I was carrying shopping bags. He was a big man and I reduced him almost to tears by just verbal abuse. I felt that I could control men and not the other way around. Many times I’ve put a collar and lead on a client and walked him around the apartment, treating him like a dog. Sounds crazy I know, but they love it and come back time and time again.

  Of course some of the things I do may seem bizarre to most people but the customer gets whatever I think he needs. I’ve had no complaints, in fact the only time they complain is when I don’t hit them hard enough. Some of my clients have very unusual needs indeed. One man needs me to prod his arsehole with a cane before he can climax. Another needs me to insert a butt plug into his arse using a rubber mallet. The client is in ecstasy with every tap of the mallet; I of course take my time to heighten his enjoyment. He brings the mallet and plug along with his ball gag in his little briefcase. It tickles me to think of him at work sitting there with his toys next to his documents.

  I even make up ID cards for my devotees with their names on and ‘Property of Rebecca XXX’ on them. If they lose their cards then they have to clean my toilet while I cane them. I’m sure some of them tell me their card’s been lost just to be punished. When I first started this kind of work I’d bark out orders to my slaves in a loud, threatening voice. Now I realise a softer but confident voice can be really unnerving and works better. Leather and rubber fetish has always been popular but there’s a massive need for dommes who specialise in foot and shoe worship; there are just not enough of us to go around. I sometimes allow if I’m feeling generous a slave to paint my toenails with bright red or black nail varnish. They spend ages making sure every little piggy is painted to perfection. Others like me to trample over them with my stilettos on or my thigh-high boots that I sometimes make them clean for me. I have a vast collection of boots and shoes and frequently change them to keep the customer interested. A while ago I bought a large box of leather shoes which cost me about £45. I sell these shoes for about £30 for one shoe to my clients. I think they must hide them in their homes or down the garden shed and when the need takes them sneak off and spend quality time with them. To tell you the truth I don’t really know what they do with them, I’ll have to ask.

  I am fond of my clients but I don’t love any of them, I remain emotionally distant from them. There are a few that make me laugh and they are great company. One of my favourites covers my feet in strawberry ice cream and licks them clean. He spends ages licking between my toes and on the soles of my feet. The other week he brought in a tub of low-fat ice cream because his wife had complained that he was getting a little tubby.

  One client who is a German banker comes to visit me when he’s in the UK on business. He likes me to order him to dress as a woman and clean my house as I cane him. He’s a big, muscular guy so to see him in a maid’s outfit can be the highlight of a busy day for me. I have to force myself not to laugh out loud as he’s prancing around with the vacuum cleaner singing German songs. He’s quite a sight.

  A client who doesn’t come here any more due to ill health would sit chained at my feet as I put make-up and lipstick on him. He would love it as I ordered him to sit still and I’d take my time applying various different eye shadows and he’d pucker his lips up for me to do as well. He’d spend ages admiring himself in the mirror and I just loved his visits. I even bought him different wigs to try on.

  I’ve heard of stories of women being attacked by men when they’re in this kind of business but I’ve never had any problems with my clients. I know how far I can push them and what sort of service they require. It’s very important for me to know my customers needs and what sort of person they are. It takes me one or two visits to work out what makes each individual the person he is. I have to build up some sort of rapport with them or it’s just not going to work. A few customers like me to take photos of them while they are chained down or tied up. I use an instant camera and charge them £10 for each photo, which they gladly pay.

  One gentleman loves me to demand money off him with threats of being whipped or caned. He is absolutely filthy rich and has been on the television a few times. He puts his own cock and ball clamp on and I fasten a ball gag to him. Then I whip him and every so often I force him to give me £10 to £20 at a time. At the end of the session I don’t charge him because I usually make about £40 more than I normally make.

  Outside this work I’m a pretty normal sort of girl. I go to the pub, cinema and out for meals at fancy restaurants. I do have expensive tastes in jewellery and due to the amount I have most of it is kept at the bank in a safety deposit box. My clients often buy me gifts of chocolate, perfume, underwear or jewellery. Sometimes when a customer leaves I tell him that on his next visit I expect a small gift and they always bring me something nice. One client who is a head chief at a famous restaurant made me a big strawberry cheesecake but I didn’t eat it in case he’d done something in it, you never know do you?

  About two years ago I decided to cut down on my workload and not take on any more customers unless I lost some. I opened up a sex and bondage shop and had to see a business manager for advice. When I turned up to meet him, at the desk opposite was one of my clients who came once a month where I use a studded paddle on his butt. The look of sheer terror on his face when I walked in was a picture. I don’t know if he thought for some insane reason I was going to expose him but I scared the life out of him. It’s been two years and he hasn’t come back to visit so I guess the point where both his worlds came together must have scared him off.

  I have had a few famous gentleman callers over the years, though I won’t reveal their names because they haven’t done anything to hurt me so why should I hurt them? Makes me sick when I read about some tart that sleeps with someone famous and before they even get their knickers back on they’re ringing the press with the story. One guy who came to see me a few times was a guitarist from a very famous 1960s rock band. On one visit he brought me signed photos of the band and a few CDs,
which was very nice of him. Another is an actor who has starred in a few British comedies over the years. He likes me to chain him up tightly, whip him and apply nipple clamps. He always brings me a little bag of Thornton’s chocolate which I absolutely adore.

  To the average person on the street the whole idea of dommes, slaves and bondage seems absurd. They wonder how a woman can respect a man who wants to be tied up in chains or treated like a dog. I myself respect a man who comes to me and admits who they are and want they want, it takes a lot of courage. Who’s to say what’s normal or absurd? It’s up to the individual what they class as normal to them. After all, one man’s meat is another man’s poison. There are thousands of people out there who are into foot worship, corrective training, torture, humiliation, bondage, submissive training and rubber fetish to name just a few. There’s more going on behind closed doors than you think. I expect there are grandmothers out there who frown on people like me. But if they were forced to admit it, how many do think have had it up the ‘Arizona dirt track’? Probably all of them, I expect. There are some things I just won’t do, like golden showers, where the dominatrix stands over the man and pisses on him. I know one woman who makes a fortune from pissing on men or giving them enemas. Sorry but those services are not for me, no way.

  These days I have two shops selling sex aids and bondage ware to the general public. I employ two managers and business is doing well. I still entertain my slaves at home and write for various bondage magazines. I’m also working with a friend on a book of short bondage and dominatrix stories. I’m not in a serious relationship of any kind. When I first meet a man and there’s chemistry between us I obviously tell him what I do for a living. I’m not going to lie and tell him I’m a mortgage adviser or a police inspector, it wouldn’t be fair. At first they are curious and find my lifestyle interesting but, as the relationship grows, they start getting bothered by what I do and it all goes pear-shaped. Some men think after they get to know me they are going to rescue me and save me from the wicked men who are taking advantage of me. Well, nobody takes advantage of me so they are mistaken. Others can smell money and after a while start thinking up new ideas to improve my shops or my dominatrix business. I usually see right through them and kick them to the sidewalk after a few dates.

  It’s strange that someone who spends so many hours each day sorting out someone’s emotional or sexual needs never finds someone to fix theirs. Always a bridesmaid never a bride, that’s me.

  Chapter 14

  Joyce and Sarah

  Age: both 26

  Richmond, London

  What do you girls do for a living?

  Joyce: We do a strip show for our customers which usually ends in sex. We turn up at say a private stag party and perform our strip act for a fee. We dance to music then slowly strip off down to our bikini bottoms. We get the small audience worked up and then we start a lesbian show with vibrators and dildos. After an hour the show is over and if we feel the audience is OK one of us will mention to whoever is paying us that we will perform sex acts on the punters for money.

  Sarah: At the end of the day we know it’s prostitution but we regard it as a job that just happens to involve sex. We never call ourselves hookers, I still think of myself as a dancer. Maybe it’s just our way of dealing with things.

  Joyce: We’d never dream of standing on some street corner and getting in cars with strangers. If we don’t like the people we are stripping for then that’s all they get, a strip show and a lesbian act for £400. No dick shall touch my hands if I think the punter’s a minger.

  When you say ‘perform sex acts on the punters’ do you mean in front of the others in the party?

  Sarah: In private, because it would take ages for the guy to finish if his mates were watching, nerves and that.

  Joyce: In a stag party we usually ask for a private room somewhere, like a cloakroom, bedroom or office.

  Sarah: We then charge £20 for a hand job or £30 for a blow job, and they all have to wear a condom. We buy them from a warehouse in bulk and always bring a bagful with us. We can get through about twenty guys between us, some of them twice, before we get worn out.

  Joyce: At one house party the guy who was running things for his friend’s birthday treated us like dirt. He kept calling us ‘the wenches’ or ‘the tarts’. I think he thought because he had paid us he could own us, well that’s wrong because just like a hooker we call the shots, not them. There’s a misconception about the work we do: a lot of men don’t realise that we don’t need their cash as there are others lined up behind them willing to take their place. The guy at the party was getting on our nerves and seeing as it was his home we decided to get even with him. We used the bedroom for our one-on-one show and at the end of the evening I collected all the used condoms and put them in his suit jacket in his wardrobe. It was an expensive suit so I guess he was really pissed off.

  Sarah: It’s better when we put on our show for just a few people, say two or three. The money’s not so good but the environment is safer and not so hectic.

  Joyce: That’s right, we have done big shows for rugby and football teams and they can be right pigs, shouting out crude remarks or, for some reason, they want to bare their arses while we are focusing on one of the audience.

  Sarah: They even try to barge in on you when you are in the back room dealing with one of their friends. That’s when we usually pull the plug and start getting dressed. After all, if they complain it’s not like they can’t pay us, is it? When we turn up we get paid straight away for the strip show and each customer pays us before we deal with them in private.

  Joyce: When we have just two guys to deal with we know they must be wealthy because they can afford us, so we raise the price on the extras. We also let them join in our show and it can turn into a bit of a free-for-all.

  How did you get started?

  Joyce: We met at a strip club and hit it off straight away. I’ve always been bisexual and I convinced Sarah to come over to the dark side.

  Sarah: She thinks she’s Darth Vader now.

  Joyce: We got drunk one night and decided to get it on, so to speak. Then after moving in together we advertised ourselves as a strip act and the gigs started to pour in.

  Sarah: We did a few office parties and then started to visit homes. We knew a guy who owned a sex shop and he sold us a stack of toys cheap. We’ve got so many toys we can’t carry them sometimes: there’s various sizes and shapes of vibrators and dildos, loads of oils, creams and condoms and a huge strap-on. Some of the things we’ve got should be in a torture chamber or banned.

  Joyce: You be surprised by how many men want us to fuck them using a strap-on.

  Sarah: Thing is Joyce is a fucking animal and she drives the fucker home, she starts off all gentle and loving then she’s thrusting away like one of the Three Musketeers.

  Joyce: Weren’t there four musketeers?

  Sarah: Doesn’t really matter, the point is I’ve watched many men in pain with her. She’s a fucker for it and the more they scream and try to get away the faster she goes and holds on to them.

  Joyce: I’ve had big men crying to me about how rough I’ve been. Well, what do you think an eight-inch piece of plastic is going to feel like rammed up your bum? I admit it does turn me on when they scream out but I just apologise and tell them I got a little carried away.

  Sarah: Be honest, you know what you’re doing, I’ve seen your face, you love it. I’ve even watched you dig your nails into them when they try to escape.

  Joyce: Of course I enjoy hurting them that way and it’s so fucking funny. Thing is they are happy to do it to you but when the roles are reversed they soon change their minds.

  What did you do before you got into the sex industry?

  Joyce: I worked in an office. It was a legal firm and I had to do all the typing and making tea. The job did my fucking head in. I was bored out of my brain. The boss was such a prick that on my last day I pissed in his tea. I’m sure he knew as he gave
me a stinking look as I left.

  Sarah: I swear to God you are never making me tea or coffee again, you’re off your fucking head! Anyway, I worked in a cinema where I had to sell tickets and later walk around with the ice creams and drinks. The boss was a dodgy bitch, she would turn the heating up full just before I’d go around and that way the audience would be thirsty. Also she would pocket about twenty per cent of all the ticket sales and the owners never found out. She was making a mint every night of the week. I quit the job as I got sick of the knobheads who came in the place. The boss gave me an extra £100 on my last week, probably so I wouldn’t tell the owner about her scam.