I know he wants to say something—to protest, to plead, to beg—but he stops himself. Good boy. Underneath the thin fabric of his dress slacks I can just make out the frame of his chastity cage Chastity Cage: A locking device designed to prevent sexual intercourse or masturbation.
My lips spread into a smile. I begin to tidy up: ropes are coiled, gags are washed, and canes are put away in their proper order. Most of all, I want a feather duster. Not one of those dainty little things that French Maids tote around although I do have a few Sissy Maids who would look good with one , but the nasty Asian variety with their long necks and wooden handles. They all make excellent correctional tools. Back when I grew up in pre-tech, pre-gentrified San Francisco, my sister and I endured such improvised beatings on a regular basis.
Talking back? Bad grades? Try to resist a beating? Not that I blame my mother for any of this, by the way: single mom, two kids, twelve moves in twelve years.
She had to keep the peace somehow. Though as hard as she disciplined me I made it a point to never give in—no crying, no whimpering. Of course this made her go even harder on me, but as a self-respecting Tiger Mom Tiger Mom: A strict or demanding mother who pushes her children to high levels of academic achievement, using severe social, physical, psychological, and emotional methods.
We were yin and yang, the beater and the beaten. He yelped for mercy and I continued just a little bit more before relenting. We were simply two people so comfortable and open with each other that we could freely explore ourselves without shame or judgment.
And we did! Our shared curiosity lead us to many firsts in life, each of them a loving, healthy, and most importantly fun experience. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was also slowly becoming speckled with kink without me even realizing it. Nor was there anything strange about indulging an early Craigslister in his used panty fetish Panty Fetish: A fetish in which someone gains sexual excitement from handling among other things used underwear.
People work long hours, they rush everywhere, and when they finally get the chance to blow off some steam they go hard. However, even in this new land kink began creeping back into my life. It started with my fellow fashionista coworkers calling me a Dragon Lady Dragon Lady: An Asian woman who is seen to be strong and domineering. But I suppose people saw something in me. Then, one night, I found myself in a stereotypical New York dive. You know the type:. A woman approached me and revealed herself to be a Dominatrix. She was elegant and poised, a Renaissance sculpture standing tall in a sea of motion and chaos.
Here I was in this crowded bar all dressed up and all by myself, without showing even the slightest drop of anxiety or hesitation. Of course I was flattered. And it was an intriguing prospect, for sure. But I told her I already had a full time job and was busy enough with that.
Just a few weeks later I found out my current partner had an obscene amount of BDSM porn on his computer. I made him show me video after video and as I watched transfixed and fascinated, I knew I wanted to explore this world even further.
Do you know what surprised me the most about the whole thing? During my first few months at this house I learned the ins and outs of what it meant to dominate someone, from proper bondage rope work to the way different materials impact Impact Play: A practice in which one person the bottom is struck usually repeatedly by another person the top for the gratification of either or both parties.
What started as a part time gig quickly became a full time one and soon enough I was the one training new Dominas which I also absolutely adored doing. And, as with all callings, there comes a time when you have to trade in comfort for growth. For me this meant creating something that was truly my own and so, after five wonderful years as part of this house, I left to create La Maison du Rouge alongside the inimitable Domina Dia Dynasty.
Together we set out to find a space where our vision could take root. La Maison du Rouge has come a long way since that day. Something old school. Something wicked. Trust me, I know. Why did I do that? Things were different when I moved to New York. The thought had never even crossed my mind! You know the type: Dark wood. Dim lighting. Wines ranging from red to white. The woman explained it to me like it was the most obvious thing in the world: Here I was in this crowded bar all dressed up and all by myself, without showing even the slightest drop of anxiety or hesitation.
Unwavering confidence. It was such good, clean, kinky fun. I loved it. I had found my calling. Who knows, maybe it will be you bringing them to me, begging me to do just that. Join Me!