On a street in San Fransisco, there’s a house. It has
windows, a roof, ceilings, walls, and even floors.
From 1949-1977, when I was in my mid-twenties, I worked as a
dominatrix.
Now, this being a podcast, I won’t provide you with any
context as to how I got this particular job, nor even why I was interested in
doing such a thing in the first place.
I was truly just so into every scene I played. It never once
occurred to me my clients might largely consist of selfish jerks, a lot of whom
would have been better to spend their money on a shrink rather than on our
services.
During the lulls in the day, we’d watch old porno movies on
the little television the mistress of the common body house provided. At least
that’s what I tell people: really we spent our days watching reruns of “Gomer
Pyle, USMC” and “Highway to Heaven.”
Again, this being a podcast, it wouldn’t behove me to tell
you how my job as a dominatrix affected life outside of work, or go into any
kind of meaningful details about why I decided to leave the common body house,
then gradually dominating people altogether and what I did afterwords. Suffice
to say that house still has a roof, ceilings, walls, and floors. (Hoods broke
all the windows and it’s against mistress’s religion to get them replaced.)
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