[Our interview subject, who wishes to remain anonymous, is amongthe most successful doms in the business today. She lives in aspacious 4 bedroom home in a remote part of Virginia, with no visibleneighbors. I went to her home expecting to see black leather withstuds, but her dress was much more subtle, even conservative. One lookat her however, reveals at least part of her success is that she isquite beautiful by any standards. I was quite taken aback by her classand obvious intelligence. At 26, she seems to have wisdom well beyondher years. Equally surprising was that, in spite of her proclivitiestoward sexual dominance toward men, she is quite remarkably feminineand charming, without any of the harshness I'd experienced with otherprofessional doms. Her brand of dominance seems to be much moregrounded in subtler psychology, sometimes with much more devastatingeffects...]
I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you really don't look likea dominatrix to me. I guess I was expecting something a littledifferent...
First, let's establish something, although I guess I am technically adominatrix, I don't fit a lot of the stereotypes associated with thebusiness. I do exert my will over men. And I am paid to be dominant. But I'm not what you'd usually think of when you think of a dominatrix.
I do have some black leather, and occasionally it helps set a mood,but most of the time I wear very feminine things - lace, and the like. I never speak in a bitchy tone - even when I'm doing incredibly nastythings to someone. Usually I use a very sweet tone, with plenty ofsarcasm and derision. I like to use a feigned innocence. Like askinga guy to do the most degrading thing with a tone like "you wouldn'tmind sweetheart, if I just went to the bathroom right here, would you. It's so cold and such a long walk to the toilet..."I never do any bondage, and I don't usually use any physical force. See to me, that makes it better. It's so much better when you dragsomeone through the dirt so to speak just by waving a hand or askingthem to do it. Their willingness just underscores your superiority. Make no mistake, though. I am very dominant.
What do you like most about being a dominatrix?
Geez, I've been asked that so many times. Let me see, what do Ilike most about being a professional dominatrix? I guess what I lovemost about it is that it makes me feel so gorgeous. Precious. Revered, really... I like the worship. It makes me feel beautiful... exquisite... adored... powerful... It's feels so good to makesomeone your personal slave, to make them drop to their knees beforeyou at any moment. Imagine the feeling of power you would get if youcould make someone kneel before you like you're God, then have themkiss your ass. Just for laughs. Then multiply that times ten when youturn them into your personal toilet! I can't describe that rush.
I'll bet! How did you find out you were interested in this sortof activity?
It's all my first boyfriend's fault, actually. [Laughs.] He justcouldn't stop kissing my ass, and it spoiled me rotten. Now I lovehaving my ass kissed; it's my favorite way of humiliating clients— making them do something really nasty, then kiss my ass andthank me for it. Anyway, my first boyfriend introduced me to thatparticular pleasure, and it's thanks to him that so much of mydominance is anally focused. He used to slobber over my ass betterthan some of my best slaves today. He would insist on kissing my assbefore we had any sort of sex. God, I loved it. It made me feel likeI was on top of the world having a boyfriend who seemed to live just tokiss my ass.
And that grew into what you do now? How?
Definitely. One day - and I swear this was an accident - he waskissing my ass while I lay on my stomach on my bed at my parents'house. I was really getting off on the feeling of being worshipped, andI just started jerking off. I'd never jerked off while he did thatbefore, but I just felt like it. He didn't stop so either did I. I'dbeen in the habit of fantasizing that he was my servant and that I wasmaking him kiss my ass even back then, and that's what I was thinkingabout at the time. Of course, I'd never even breathed a word about itto him, because I didn't know how he'd take it.
Anyway, he's pressing his lips on my asshole over and over again. Guys pay attention: if you really want to turn a woman on, kiss herbody — passionately before you start poking or slobbering on it. Anyway, he always did it with his mouth closed, but I began to imaginethat he was opening his mouth and French kissing me there, which henever had never done before.. Well, the very thought of that — ofhis open mouth over my asshole -- made me begin to come. Then ithappened.
What's that?
Well, I came hard, and I was so totally absorbed in it that I justabout forgot he was there. I guess I lost a little bit of control overmy body, and I was pressing my asshole up against his lips as hard as Icould. The next thing I know I farted right in his face! [Laughs] With his lips right against my asshole when it happened, some of itwent into his mouth. Later on, I would replay that scene over and overagain in my mind, and stroke myself off to it, but to tell you thetruth though, when it first happened, I was absolutely mortified! Itwasn't like I was a seasoned dom or anything, and my nastier desireswere mere fantasies then. I tried to face him, so I could apologizeprofusely, but then he did something that took me totally be surprise.He firmly pushed me back down on the bed, hoisted up my hips, archingmy back. I felt very exposed. Then I felt something touch my asshole,but I knew it wasn't his lips because it felt too moist. For a secondI thought it might be his cock, but then I realized it was histongue...
First time, huh? I'll bet you loved it...
Actually I was more stunned and embarrassed. I mean, I'd alwaysthought that ass-kissing was dirty, but I liked receiving it. I usedto make up degrading fantasies about it. Of course, I was far tooembarrassed to tell him that I fantasized about degrading him, so hedidn't know at the time. Since we had never really talked about it, Ijust assumed that he wasn't thinking of it as a humiliating thing. Ifigured to him it was just another sexual variant, likepussy-licking.
But to my 16 year old mind, if ass-kissing was dirty, ass-lickingwas the most degrading, dirty, disgusting thing someone could do. Herehe was, *licking* me right where my *shit* came out. And I'd even goneto the bathroom within the last half hour. I felt horribly nervousthat he must be disgusted with what he was tasting. Sometimes when Ilook back on it, I like to think I might have subconsciously timed[going to the bathroom] that way - knowing full well that he was comingover and would be kissing my ass soon. [Smiles.]
But at the time, I was simply shocked into silence. I felt himlapping away at my asshole. In spite of my nervousness, I stillthought the feeling was indescribably wonderful. I remember lyingthere nervously not knowing how to react, when I noticed that the soundof his ass-licking was a lot like the sound of my dog eating out of hisbowl — at least to me. I was barely able to stifle a laugh. Ikept thinking, 'He's eating out my ass!'. The part of me that wasn'tembarrassed was on a total power trip, and I loved it.
Suddenly he stopped licking my ass and asked, "Why did you do that? Did you do it on purpose?"
I remember stammering, "I didn't mean it, I swear," as I lookeddown over my shoulder at him.
Then he shocked me by asking, "Can you do it again?" That singlequestion represented a total turning point in our relationship. Icouldn't believe that he would (or that anyone would for that matter)actually ask for something like that. It told me that he liked it,that he wanted it, and that opened up a Pandora's box that would slowlychange our relationship — and me - forever.
Something caught in my throat, and it seemed as though some otherpart of me just took over. I was too shocked to verbally respond tohim, so I turned away from him without a word, and just stuck my ass upin his face, as if in answer. So there I was, my legs spread in analmost spread-eagle position, my ass stuck high in the air, his breathwafting over my open pussy and asshole. I buried my head in the pillowon my bed from embarrassed pleasure, and waited. It was almost as if Iwasn't even consciously aware of what I was doing, but I know now I wasinviting him to lick my ass some more. After what seemed like aneternity, I finally felt his tongue begin to lick my pussy again. Atfirst I was quite disappointed. Maybe he wasn't licking my assholenow, I thought, like I so badly want him to, because he doesn't likeit.
So what happened then?
Well, as he licked my pussy, I remember feeling every sense washeightened in nervous anticipation of what might happen next. I felthis every inhale draw directly over my asshole, and then his hot moistexhale afterward. The way he would pause after each inhale made itseem like he was trying to sniff my asshole as he ate my pussy. Thatwas the way I imagined it anyway. That thought really turned me on— I was so wet! Still, I was a little disappointed that he wasn'tdoing that nasty degrading thing for me, licking my ass.
Then I felt another fart come on, and I didn't know what to do. Washe really serious about asking me to do it again, or did Imisunderstand him? Finally I decided to throw caution to the wind. Totally disregarding the possible consequences, I began to fart again -this time right into his face and up his nose. The feeling I had whileI was doing this was too much for me and I began coming in his mouth atthe same time! I wasn't sure if it might be the last time, dependingon his reaction, so I really went for it!
That's so hot! What did he do?
Well he stopped sucking my pussy! Now understand, even though myown young girl insecurities kept me from believing he could *really*want me to fart in his face, like most young girls, I was prettyselfish sexually. Even though I knew it was totally unfair of me, Iwas really pissed off that he stopped eating me out - especially halfway through an orgasm. But my irritation only lasted for a briefsecond; I felt him put his mouth over my asshole, while I was stillfarting!! I farted right into his mouth!! And when I was done, hebegan licking my asshole, which I just couldn't believe. I felt like agoddess! I swear to this day, the disjointed orgasm I had that day isstill one of the best I ever had.
So it looks like your boyfriend was totally into the scenetoo?
Oh you don't know the half of it yet. While I lie there letting himcontinue to suck on my ass, I was laughing inwardly at him. I justkept thinking in arrogant amazement, "I just farted in your mouth, youdipshit!" His willingness to suck on my ass seemed endless. Finally, Icouldn't contain my nasty thoughts anymore and asked him, "Why did youjust let me do that to you?"
"What?", he asked. It seemed like he was embarrassed too, albeitfor very different reasons than I was. [Laughs.] His embarrassmentmade me feel less so somehow, and I began to feel for the first timewhat it was like to be truly dominant.
"Fart in your mouth," I said. I couldn't help giggling at thewords, which sounded so rude to me. Hey, I was 16, y'know? It waskind of an embarrassed laughter, but the embarrassment I felt was forhim, not me, and it was quickly abating. I felt like I was humiliatinghim just by coming right out and saying I farted in his mouth. Thetruth was, I loved that feeling. So I said again, "You just let mefart right in your mouth, and then you licked my asshole afterward. How could you let me do something like that to you? Did you like it orsomething?" I was only half-interested in the answer, I was reallyjust getting off on talking to him that way. It was novel and fun!
I thought he might be embarrassed by my rather insolent tone, but hesurprised me by responding timidly, "Did you like it?"
So I continued, with less disguised arrogance, "Well, I don't know. I never had someone lick my ass before, let alone after farting intheir mouth! Seems kind of perverted. Why did you put your mouth onmy ass when I was farting?"
"I don't know," he said. "It just turned me on."
"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" I said laughing. "What if Ihad to take a shit? You want to eat my shit too?"
Wow. It sounds like things progressed very rapidly to hard corefor you. What did he say?
Well, you know, they did. But I'm not so sure that was good. Iremember he seemed unsure himself when he answered me. "I don't know.Maybe," is what he said. And I'll never forget what he said next:"Honestly I don't know why, but I just love your body. Well, I didn'tmean that; I do know why. You're absolutely gorgeous. So much so, Ijust want to worship your body. I've actually been doing it for a longtime now, even though I haven't told you. Why do you think I lovekissing your ass so much, which by the way is the most beautiful thingI've ever seen? When I press my lips against that beautiful ass, Ijust feel like I'm putting you up on a pedestal. And I don't know why,but I love that feeling."
I was shocked. Then he went on to say, "Lately, putting you on apedestal just hasn't seemed like enough. I've been wanting to justgrovel at that ass of yours. When you farted, it blew my mind. Idon't know, I was just overcome with a desire to be your slave. Iwanted to suck that gas out of you. And swallow it. I'm gettingexcited just talking about it!"
He wasn't the only one. Like ying and yang, it appeared that hisdesires and mine meshed perfectly. At least they did then. But heawakened something new in me. Something neither he nor I could reallycontrol.
So what happened next?
Well, he asked me again if I liked it. "So the real question is",he said, "did you like it? Do you want to do it again? Is it OK if Iworship you sometimes? Do you mind being a little arrogant aboutit?"
I laughed and responded sarcastically, "I could learn to like it..." Still it seemed almost too mean, though. "You really like it when Ifart in your mouth?" I asked, my nose wrinkling up into a "yuck"expression. You know, it was wonderfully exciting but so strange andnew to me.
Then he said something that I thought was the strangest thing.
Yeah, what?
"It must be great to be your toilet."
'It must be great to be your toilet'??
Yeah. It seemed like such a peculiar thing to say; I couldn'timagine how such a thing would be possible, or what it could mean. Ididn't know what to make of it, and I felt some embarrassment andconfusion return. "Great?!?," I said through nervous laughter, "whatdo you mean?"
"Well, your toilet gets everything your body can give. It gets tosee your sweet pussy and ass and swallow everything you have."
"So do YOU want to be my toilet?" I asked uncertainly, with just ahint of what has become my trademark smirk and sweet sarcasm.
He simply responded "Yes." It blew my mind! But in a good way.
That's an incredible story. Did things progress beyond thefarting and ass-licking?
You wouldn't believe... Over the next few months, we began toexperiment with different scatological things. Things becomeprogressively more degrading for him, and my arrogance toward him alsogrew. It took forever to relax enough to be able to satisfy his desirefor me to piss on him. I'll never forget the look on his face when Ifinally did it. He was lying down in the bathtub at his Mom's house. His mom was actually in the next room, and we had snuck in thebathroom. She thought we were downstairs in the family room. We hadbeen talking about this for weeks now, and there he lay, looking up atme with hope in his eyes. I just had to go so bad, I couldn't hold iteven if I wanted to.
He had told me to piss on his chest, but I aimed for his face. Hebegan sputtering but he was afraid to say anything too loudly becauseof his mom. I began whispering down commands at him to open his mouth. "I want to piss in your mouth. You wouldn't deny a pretty girl thatprivilege, would you?" I had discovered that he was essentially aslave to my prettiness. All I had to do was bring it up, and he woulddo whatever I wanted.
He dutifully opened his mouth and let me piss in it. I had to gobadly so it lasted a long time. "I think you should swallow it. Thatwould make me happy," I said. And I laughed at the thought that thatwas only criteria necessary to make this poor bastard drink my piss. His face was drenched with my piss when I sat on his face and let himsuck my pussy until I came.
It was great, and it pushed me to a brand new threshold.
Tell us about it...
Well, I guess it really was unfair of me, but I couldn't helptotally losing respect for him. So even though we wouldn't break upfor some time after that, the fact is I really didn't see him as aboyfriend anymore. This sounds horrible, but he became something toabuse. He really was my personal human toilet as far as I wasconcerned. And that's how I found out a fundamental truth about myself.
Like most people, I have a good side and a bad side. I call my badside my evil side, 'cause it really is evil. I can be quite cruel andunjust, and that side of me really enjoys humiliating someone else. Hurting them, really, on an emotional level. I really get off onmaking someone else feel as bad as I can. And unfortunately for myfirst boyfriend, he drew this side of me out in full force.
I get the feeling being a dominatrix is not just role-playing foryou...
You're absolutely right. This might sound funny, but I have a lotof pride, and I wouldn't - couldn't - submit to someone else. Ihonestly can't even imagine why anyone would. It's a matter ofrespect. To me, the simple act of willingly putting your lips tosomeone else's ass says to that person that you are inherently inferiorto them. And you are inviting them to take advantage of yourinferiority. In my book, if you kiss someone's ass, it becomes theirgiven privelege to do anything that they want to you.
A lot of dominants or tops, both male and female, occasionally swingover to the submissive or bottom side - and the line between top andbottom blurs. Dominants like that can relate to the bottoms' desiresand experiences, because they have had some of them themselves. Iguess there are advantages to that, since you can understand the subside and play the role just right, but to me, that makes the wholescene a game. It becomes mere role-playing.
I'm not about all of that. I have absolutely none of that in me. Ilove bathroom play, but the dominance and submission is not just playfor me. It's very serious. When a slave drops to his knees for me andlets me piss on his face or in his mouth, well, I think that'sincredibly degrading in reality — not just fantasy. That's why ILOVE it. I'm not acting in a role of degrading them, I really amdegrading them. I honestly disrespect slaves, and I love pissing downtheir throats. My evil side genuinely wants to inflict emotional painon them. There is no acting going on.
It cracks me up when a slave wants to lay down the rules as to whatI can or can't do, or what their fantasy is or, please, wants to giveme a "safe" word. Fuck that. If a slave comes to me for a session,then he must sign away all rights with the understanding that whilethere will be no physical harm done to him, the session is totallyabout my desires, not his. I can do whatever I want, and he has to dowhatever I want no matter what. He has no recourse. My particularbrand of dominance is usually not physically threatening, but it candestroy some people emotionally. Everything I do is intended to insultand degrade personally, and I want my slaves to take it that way. Whenyou're my slave, I want to hurt you. That's my fantasy, and it alwayscomes true.
So how did things end with your first boyfriend?
Naturally, after farting and pissing in his mouth, there was onlyone area left to explore. But it was the dirtiest thing. I'd oftenthought about it when I was coming in his mouth, but taking that stepin reality is not easy to do for the first time. It's much harder todo than losing your virginity in my opinion.
It's funny because at each new phase in our burgeoning dom/subrelationship, I would fantasize about the various degradations I couldpossibly do to him for a long time before I could bring myself toactually do them. This one especially. The funny part was though,that once I did finally decide to actually do something, I always tookit to the fullest degree. Like making him drink my piss, when all hehad asked for was to be pissed on.
So one day, I told him I had to take a piss, which is all I ever hadto say at that point, and he followed to the bathroom. It was at hishouse again. This time I hiked up my skirt and sat on the john. ThenI told him to kneel down and lick my pussy. I love that feeling, andwatching him kneel down between my legs while I was on the toilet,knowing I was going to piss on him and make him drink it... ...welllet's just say it made me really hot.
Then I started to feel like I had to fart, so I lifted up one legvery high. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression, and I lookeddown at him and just said "Gotta fart." He immediately put his mouthover my asshole. But it wasn't coming out. I relaxed a little moreand that released my bladder, spraying piss all over his face. I toldhim with a laugh to "kiss my ass when I piss on your face!" I was realindignant like I was insulted that he would fail to kiss my ass when Ipissed on him. That was a lot of fun.
As I pissed on him and felt him kissing my asshole though, Irealized I didn't merely have to fart. I decided not to say anything,and just held it in until I was finished pissing. Then I said, "I'mready to fart in your mouth now." He immediately opened his mouth andcovered my puckering asshole.
And I began to shit. It was extremely soft, and came out veryquickly right into his mouth. He pulled away in surprise, and in oneof the rare moments that I have ever used physical coercion, I pushedhis face back down into my ass while I was shitting. God, it was thegreatest thing ever. I forced him to wear, eat, and swallow shit andit felt great. I loved shitting on him. It stunk to high heaven, andthat just made it more intense, knowing it was going in his mouth andfilling his body. I loved telling him to "eat my shit". When I wasdone, I made him lick my ass, and I jerked off until I came on hisface.
I'd never seen him look more ashamed, with brown smears all over hislips and nose, and the stench of my shit coming off his face. Icouldn't even imagine how he could stomach a mouthful of that shit, andhe had swallowed! I think he felt too degraded to even come, in spiteof his raging hard-on, but I had stopped caring.
Sometime later that school year, I lost track of how many times heate shit and made me come doing it. It was a magical time for me. Atthe end of the year he graduated and then he took a summer job. I hadbegun wanting to date other guys, but it was great having him around toshit on, so I didn't tell him. I just began dating other guys behindhis back. Let me tell you, at first it was a guilty pleasure, but Iloved it when he would lick out my pussy after I'd just fucked anotherguy. But after a while I got comfortable with that too, and I used toencourage him to lick me whenever I had another guys' come in me.
I guess the worst thing I did (man, was I a bitch to this guy!) wasseducing his best friend at his house. This guy, whom I'll call"Jack", and I were waiting for him to come back from the video store,we were going to hang out and watch horror flicks. Just to see if Icould do it, I talked my way into Jack's pants. It turned out not tobe much of a challenge. After a very brief seduction, I just started tosuck Jack's dick. Everybody at school knew my boyfriend worshipped theground I walked on, but guys are such pigs, I knew Jack couldn't resisthaving me. He kept asking to fuck me, and I finally agreed, but Iinsist he take me up the ass. (Naturally, I made him lick my ass first- to "lubricate" me - yeah, right.) He couldn't have lasted a fullminute. I never knew a guy could come so much. Afterward, he quicklyleft. I guess, it's hard to face your best friend after just fuckinghis girlfriend up the ass. [Laughs.]
Anyway, when my boyfriend walked through the door, I was on hisMom's sofa. I was still quite hot (Jack sure as hell didn't satisfyme!). So I spread my legs, and I told him to lick my pussy until Icame. He knelt down and yanked off my shorts, and started kissing andlicking my clit. He was quite good at that, but frankly even if he waslousy I would have come almost immediately. After I did, I flippedover and told him to lick my ass and thank me for coming in his mouth. Well, as you might guess, all that come Jack had shot up my ass wasalready starting to leak out of my ass, but my boyfriend licked it upanyway. He reacted kind of funny like he might have known what it was,but he licked it up without comment.
Then I told him I wanted to sit on his face, which was my latestthing. I liked the feeling of dominance, sitting on someone likethey're a chair, or a toilet. After he readily lay down on the livingroom floor, I sat my ass squarely down on his face, and the anilinguscontinued. He knew why I wanted him in that position, and so he wasn'ttoo surprised when I began to shit in his mouth. What probably didsurprise him was the copious quantity of come that was now coming outof my ass just ahead of a thick log of steaming shit, which he knew hewas expected to eat. When I looked back over my shoulder at him to seehis reaction, I could tell by the way his eyes bulged that he knew nowfor sure what he was tasting in addition to my shit.
But in that position, there wasn't much he could do but eat my shit- and his best friend's come out of my ass - while I came again! Icould tell by the way he squirmed that he did it under protest, but hedid it anyway, didn't he. [Laughs.] When I finished shitting on him,I rolled off, and finally freed, he screamed at me, "Did you fuckJack?!?!"
I just responded as sweetly as I could, "I guess now's a bad time totell you I want to start dating other guys? Could you lick my assclean, please? It's kinda sticky..." and then I began to laugh.
"DID YOU FUCK JACK?!?!?" he screamed again. I'd never seem him sopissed off, and for a moment I thought I'd lost my total control ofhim. I also realized that I really didn't care, and I knew it wasover.
"Lick my ass clean, and I'll tell you all about it..." I said with asmirk. I really didn't think I'd get away with this, but even if Ididn't, I knew it didn't matter. To my great amazement and amusement,he began licking my ass! What a fucking slave, I thought! It made mefeel so good being rude to him that I started to tell him everythingthat happened, not just then but for the last several months. I toldhim about all the other guys, and I described in painful detail everything Jack and I had just done. I was very graphic, and painted lotsof dirty mental images for him. "...and I just want to say thanks forsucking his come out of my ass when you ate my shit."
Wow, how does a guy recover from something like that?
Well, that's just how bad it had gotten, and that's why I broke upwith him. He took it very hard though, and even after everything I haddone to him, he didn't want to break up. Looking back on it, I wouldnever have broken up with him that way if I were more mature. But Iwas just discovering my "evil side", and at the time I was just reallygetting off on the pure pleasure of hurting him, even as he worshippedme at my feet. Or ass, I guess. [Laughs.]
I was really bad, too, when he went to college that fall. I wouldencourage him to come home every weekend - even though I had a newboyfriend by then. We would meet and I would abuse him. Make him mytoilet and tell him about fucking my new boy friend. I loved lookingdown at his open mouth and watching myself piss in it. Sometimes hewould even cry, but I have to confess that just made it better for me. I used to try to get him to let me shit on him, but he balked when itcame to that.
I have a particular mental image from the last time we were togetherthat I'll never forget. He had just gotten a new girlfriend and Ihadn't seen him in months, but I had told him to come over to my houseanyway. We got to talking and flirting, and the next thing I know he'slicking my pussy like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. After I came in his mouth, he begged me with tears in his eyes to takehim back as a boyfriend. I just pushed him away, and turned around onall fours on my bed. I said "you just can't get enough of my sweetass, can you? You want to kiss my asshole right now, don't you? Youwant to taste it don't you? If you kiss my ass really sweetly, and letme shit on you, maybe we can get back together..."
The image I remember is seeing my shit in and around his mouth andon his face, and tears streaming down his face as I told him I wouldn'tgo back with him. The sad truth is I loved it. I just laughed andkicked him out of my house. I had destroyed him and years later, Istill don't think he's managed a serious relationship. It taught me avery important lesson though. Because there is no acting for me when Ihumiliate someone, I decided I could not do it anymore in a personalrelationship. That's why I became a pro. I never got into the wholehumiliation thing again with a boyfriend. I don't want any of the tiesor responsibilities that come with being someone's "significant other",when all I'm interested in is trying to inflict emotional humiliationon them. As a pro, I make it clear that I have my slaves strictly forrealizing my rudest fantasies, and I hold no responsibility for theirphysical or emotional well-being. They are there to be - quiteliterally and figuratively - my toilet.
Is the money good? You're gorgeous. You look like a fashionmodel, only with a much curvier physique. You must command highfees...
Well thank you! [Smiles.] The money's nice, since I don't have todo anything and live very comfortably, but it's not really about themoney for me — as clichˇ as that might sound. For me, it's justgreat being able to get away with doing the nastiest things to guys andget paid for it. The money does add a new dimension to thehumiliation. I still can't imagine why anyone would actually let meshit, piss, fart, and whatever else on them, and then pay me such goodmoney for it. It's a great life being this beautiful and cruel. [Grins.]
You say that your sessions are usually not physicallythreatening. That implies that sometimes they are...
Well not in the normal leather and whips sense, no. Butscatological behavior can be dangerous. I tell my slaves that, butthey are still expected to do whatever I say, with the understandingthat they assume any risks associated with whatever we do. One time Ihad a regular slave come over when I was in a particularly cruel mood.I noticed he was a little reluctant to lick my asshole after I fartedin his mouth, so I pissed on his face. While I was pissing, I had toshit too, so I shit on the floor. Then I ordered him to lick my shit upoff the floor, and he balked at first.
He was very resistant, but I was very insistent. I won and heeventually did it, but he was gagging the whole time. I guess thehumiliation was getting to him too, because he was close to tears thewhole time, and looked like he might actually be crying when he left. I stopped hearing from him after that, until one day I get a call fromhim and he starts telling me how he had to go to the hospital a fewdays after our last session, from hepatitis poisoning. He seemed toimply that I should've respected his request not to have to eat myshit, but I just laughed at him and asked him if he wanted to come overbecause I had to take a shit just then. To tell you the truth itturned me on that my shit sent him to the hospital.
What would you say is the secret to your success as adominatrix?
Well, it's got to be that everything's real. You are genuinelymistreated when you are mistreated by me. That and the fact that [getsup and turns around] I have a fabulous ass. To a slave, they take onelook at my ass, and they just melt. They act like nothing but candycomes out of it, and so do I. Maybe you'd like to eat a little candy? I'm feeling a little like I gotta go, and I love nothing better than tohave someone else taste it and eat it when I do. Most people think ofit as a privilege to eat my shit. Won't you kneel down and open yourmouth for me?
[Interview Ends]