Sneaky Margo Continues to Scheme

      The people at one of the sex worker ad malls I advertise at are being total dickheads.  I hope that they’re busting balls because a DA is rattling their cage or subpoenaing credit card statements, because this is getting silly.  

       I can no longer pass as a teenager.  In fact, I can no longer pass as an undergraduate.  There are porn actresses younger than me who are marketing themselves as MILFS.  Nothing about my ad suggests that I am particularly young–I don’t even lie about my age.

      Well, the ad mall wants a scan of my ID to verify that I am of legal age.  

       They ain’t getting it.  Fuck them.   It took me over two hours to photoshop my ID to change EVERYTHING.  What a waste of time.

         I know other sex workers who buy fake IDs online and scan those.  I would have done that, but I don’t have time.   It’s almost Monday.  

        What a pain in the ass. 

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 I reserved the hotel room for Monday afternoon.  I can’t believe how affordable hotels are here compared to New York.   I got the best place in town on an Expedia special for $50 and it’s right by a bus line, so I won’t have to pedal my ass across town in the freezing cold with a bunch of BDSM gear strapped in a backpack.  

        I’m going to miss half a day of work at my office monkey job, so I hope this client doesn’t flake out on me.  If he does, it’s going to be an expensive mistake on my part.  I guess I could stay in the room and post my Google Voice phone number on the ads, but my experiences with guys who JUST WANT TO COME OVER AND HAVE A SESSION RIGHT NOW!!! are generally not good.  It lost me a lot of business, because that’s how a lot of clients operate–something happens unexpectedly and they get the afternoon off work or their wife decides to go see a show in the evening, and all of a sudden they have a 3-hour block of time to kill, and what better way to spend it than getting your balls stomped on by a Backpage dominatrix?  It makes perfect sense, right?

         There are problems, though, with last-minute bookings: less or no time to screen, which just isn’t worth it to me.  At night, they’re drunk and impulsive.  Some of them don’t have the money on them and don’t yet realize that the ATM isn’t going to give them any more until midnight.  

         I’m going to do it.  Unless he flakes, in which case I’ll be cooling my heels in a useless hotel room (and possibly live-blogging).

         Now I need to hand-wash a dress and some nice lingerie so that I’ll have something nice to wear on Monday.  

         It will be fine.  The worst that could happen is that I’ll be out four hours of wages and the cost of a hotel room…so, $100.  The payoff would be $450 and the client sounds serious.  That’s worth the risk.  Isn’t it?

“He Has Female Friends. You Know That Most Men Can’t Handle That, Sadly.”

      From a letter of recommendation I wrote for Heinrich in 2008.  He was about to take on a new sub he met on Fetlife.   

  I have known him almost two years and I recommend him unequivocally.  He is safe and trustworthy.  I have never known him to misrepresent his skill set or attempt to do things that he does not know how to do.  He has put me in partial and full inversions and they were all well-executed. 

      The only thing I would caution you about is to be very clear and explicit about your limits and things that are unacceptable to you.  He is a very good service top, but when he takes control for himself, you will know it, and the session will go in places that you do not necessarily want it to go.  I’ve never discussed it with him, but I get the distinct feeling that he thinks all that stuff about the sub being the one with all the real control is a lot of bullshit.  Some male doms I have met are all about fulfilling your fantasies and making sure that you have a great time and blah blah blah.  Heinrich will do that sometimes, but you have to remember that he’s doing this for himself, and that real power is selfish.  You will not always be having fun and you will not always be doing stuff you like to do.  If you have buttons you really don’t want to be pushed, you need to tell him that beforehand.  Me, I didn’t know that I hate to be slapped.  It never even occurred to me that someone would do that.  He went right for my face and he wasn’t gentle about it, either.  I was stunned and humiliated and it made me cry.  It was an ugly feeling.  So I discovered a limit that I didn’t even know I had.  My advice to you is to take responsibility for looking after yourself.  It’s never fun to learn the hard way in BDSM.  

He is very conscientious.  I’ve known tops who were jerks and boundaries-pushers, or who joked about violating the rules while I was vulnerable or compromised.  Heinrich’s not like that.  Nor is he sleazy, rape-y, or molest-y.  I’ve never had sex with him, but he’s had me in suspension in my underwear, and he never groped me or tried to get me nude or pulled out his dick.  You’re a female sub on Fetlife, so I don’t need to tell you what exemplary male behavior this is.  I’d go so far as to say that he’s the only male top I can think of who won’t try to fuck you if you don’t ask him to.  I know that people act differently in different relationships sometimes, but, for what it’s worth, I’ve talked to two other femsubs who’ve known him in personal life, and they both report similar experiences with his sexual fastidiousness.  He has female friends.  You know that most men can’t handle that, sadly.  I consider myself to be his friend, but I am absolutely loyal to women, and I would never misrepresent my opinion of a man’s safety to another woman.  

Herr Romer is safe, but he will make you suffer.  Be prepared for that.  He has a mean streak I never would have anticipated (though he is in control of it).  He’s not a daddy dom and does not present himself as such.  He’s good, though.  Just remember that he’s serious.  

FML (and Thanksgiving)

      I don’t know what to say.   Life sucks and I’m upset and anxious.  I got a teaching job next semester at the local college.  An evening class.  

      I would rather cut off my own arm with a chain saw than sit through Thanksgiving dinner this year.  

       Professor “Prawn Sandwich” T-Rex is still on ice, where he belongs.   He emails me and I don’t respond.  

       Heinrich waited a few days for things to blow over and then wrote me to apologize for his outburst.  To his credit, he had the decency to sound embarrassed.   He also wanted to talk with me and “explain,” but I’m still not in the mood.  I feel awful about what happened with him.

        He returned the flash drive containing the files of my correspondence with Professor T-Rex.  He claims not to have read the file in its entirety.  I hope that he’s telling the truth, because the thought of it makes me cringe, but I’m skeptical.  

       I have the opportunity to do a pro-sub session after Thanksgiving.  The first since I “retired” last summer.  

        I could make more in two hours than I make all week at my stupid office monkey job.  

        I’m also so anxious and conflicted about it that I can’t see straight.  

        Heinrich sent me a box in the mail.  I’ve been staring at it for two days.  I won’t open it.  

Studio Crazies I

      I got a letter (not a comment, or else I’d publish it) for a random internet male stranger who is hurt that I am picking on men when I commiserate with female readers in the comments section.

       Let me be the first to admit that, while I think that women on the whole are better at being decent human beings, there is no doubt in my mind that many are terrible people.   Some of them are also, to use the random internet stranger’s somewhat-sexist word, “crazy.”  

        I know that bitches be crazy, random internet stranger.  I worked in three commercial dungeons in NYC.  I saw lots and lots of bitches being crazy.

        Let’s think of the top three stories…hmmm….so many to choose from!

       #3

         This domme was not a crazy person…but she did a moment of crazyness.  She was driven crazy. 

        This story involves my old client, Mel.  I’ve written about Mel here.   Mel is a Top, and I sessioned with him pretty regularly for over a year, until I just couldn’t do it anymore, and had to take a break from him for about 9 months.  

          Now, Mel liked me a lot, but he still saw other mistresses.  This never bothered me–I never got jealous of clients.  These men are paying for the prerogative of variety.  

          Well, he started seeing a girl named…”Tina.”  A skinny, petite redhead with gorgeous waist-length hair who always made me think of Ariel, the mermaid from the Disney cartoon.  

         I always liked Tina.  She was very sweet.  I was stunned to learn that she was my age–I took her to be ten years younger, early 20s.  

         Tina was immature upstairs….which is why I thought she was my students’ age.  But I never saw her get angry or surly or display any hit of a temper.  She was lady-like.

       Well, one day I came to work and learned that Tina had been canned.  Her locker was cleaned out, and she was sent packing.  

         It is almost impossible to get fired from a dungeon.  That’s the awful truth.  Hate to admit it, but that’s the Awful Truth.  You have to use drugs in the open, or fuck up a session so badly that it looks like law enforcement is going to get involved, or do something sexual with a client that would be considered illegal (prostitution) and get caught, or (the only one management regularly lectured us about) poach clients.  

         So…how’d Tina lose the job?

         I got the entire story from some other dommes who hung out with her outside of work.

         Mel had been pressuring her to see him outside of the Studio.  I could totally see that…it also explained why he was so interested in her, when she wasn’t a masochist like your humble correspondent, and couldn’t take the amount of pain he frequently enjoyed administering in a session.  When he started sessioning with her, I’d think, wow, he must really tone it down with her!  She’d come out of it with a red bottom, but no marks.  Mel would hit me like a fuckin freight train.  It’s why he saw me for so long and never got bored.

           So, Mel wanted to see her outside.  In a hotel.  I’m going to be generous and assume that he really had a crush on her and wanted to have an affair or a sugar-daddy thing, but maybe he just found her very attractive and wanted to have sex, who knows?  She was definitely a beauty. 

           I knew another reason he gravitated towards her (because Mel had sessioned with a LOT of my co-workers…and, to the best of my knowledge, never asked any of us to see him outside): she seemed weak, and, like most Tops, Mel’s a bit of a predator.  If I was a Top and out to seduce a dungeon girl, I would have made a bee-line straight to her, too.  A lot of douchebag clients gravitated towards her, and we’d have to warn her about them in back so that she could protect herself.  She seemed like one of those girls who would be too “nice” to stick up for her boundaries…like the type who would have a hard time saying no

         With Mel, I wouldn’t blame her.  He has a kind, paterfamilias warmth (I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little attracted to him), but underneath that, he’s pretty intimidating.  He’s a powerful man.  I’d hate to be working for him and fuck something up.  

           Well, over the weeks, he started putting on the pressure…trying to seduce her…whatever you call it.  And he started getting a little…well, I call it molest-y, but a client would probably call it sensual (gag).  Touchy-feely.  

          He also gave her a card with his cell phone number on it. 

          Tina waited till after work and finally call him and told him that she was sorry, she didn’t want to meet him in any hotel room.  I could see why she would do this, as opposed to telling him in person.  She always struck me as non-confrontational.  

           He seemed to take it well, I heard.   He made another booking with her at the Studio.

           Apparently, he went pretty hard on her.  Hard on her with the corporal and hard on her with the molest-y, and, knowing Mel as I do, hard on her with the really freaky eroticized memories of his childhood abuse with Dad.  And you know why he was hard on her: he was punishing her for rejecting him.   Very adult of you there, Mel.  Very mature.

            I could see that.  I could see Mel taking offense–maybe even having some hurt feelings, if he really had a crush (or thought that he had a crush) and his interest wasn’t completely sexual.  I could see Mel being a bit of a dick about it.  Mel has accomplished a lot in life, and he’s the boss at work, and he’s handsome in a very masculine way, and he’s got a lot of money…and this weak little dungeon girl FIT student REJECTED HIM?

           So, yeah, I could see him being hard on her.

           I could not have guessed what happened next, however:

          He stiffed her. 
             
           Mel always paid in cash, and Mel always tipped $300.  No matter who he saw, even if he only saw her once.  No matter what he did in the session.  He treated everyone exactly the same, money-wise…sometimes he’d give his favorites a little gift for the holidays or her birthday, but as far as cash was concerned, he was consistent and reliable as clockwork.  

            (And lest you think wow $300 that’s really generous!  That’s a lot of money!  Mel must be a great guy!  Let me tell you: if he didn’t pay that, he wouldn’t get his session.  Believe me, you earn every penny with Mel.  If you’re a masochist like me, you’re out a few days of work while you heal.)

            “I left your money at the front desk,” he told her.  “I counted it out first to make sure that I had it on me.”

            (This was a big red flag.  Mel always gave the tip to the mistress in person so that he’d know she received it, in full.) 

            Tina believed him.  Why wouldn’t she?  I would have believed him, too.  I’d never heard of Mel shorting a woman, or try to get out of paying.  

             Well, Tina went to collect her wages at the end of the night..and get this:

              He’d put the session fee on three different credit cards and hadn’t left her a dollar for a tip.

              He put it on credit cards because he knew that she wouldn’t get the money for a month.  Maybe more than a month, because it would be paid in installments.  He’d also told the front desk that it was a domination session (dunno how he got away with THAT ONE, except that the regular manager who’d known him for years was away that day).  

               What that means, is that Tina endured a heavy corporal, molesty-session, with some humiliation thrown in (Mel’s been known to wash mouths out with soap, and it did it to her that day), for $85.  Not even the money of a standard sub session at the Studio.  

           It was Mel’s big FUCK YOU WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! to Tina for rejecting him.

           Tina.  Fucking.  Flipped.

            Can’t say that I blame you, Tina.  Can’t say that I blame you.

            She had friends who work at the Sprint store.  And she had Mel’s cell phone number.

             In no time at all, she had Mel’s REAL NAME…the name on his bill.

            And the address where the bills were sent…his family home out on Long Island.

            And then she dropped $105 online and bought his home phone number.

            You know.  The one his wife answers.  

             Sucks to be you, Mel.  Sucks to be you.

             I guess she called his house after work and three martinis at Mustang Sally’s down the street–it’s a long commute for him, and she wanted to be sure that he’d be home.  Nobody knows what really passed between them, or if she got the wife on the phone, or one of his kids.

             We do know that she was drunk and pissed and that she was crying in the locker room in rage and humiliation before she left that night.  With bruises on her ass. 

              We also know that he mailed her entire fee to her at the Studio via FedEx Overnight.  

               And we know that management fired her.  Immediately.  They gave her the FedEx package and made her clean out her locker.

               The last thing we know is that Mel disappeared for over eight months.  This guy, who’d been coming in every week for over ten years!  

              Eventually, though, he came back.  He has to come.  It’s a compulsion for him.   To this day, he comes every week, and he’s still doing the exact same thing.

              Only now, he tips $400.

              He pays it up front, in cash, every single time.

              And for that, we have Tina to thank.  So thank you, Tina.

              (Tina left the Biz after she was fired and now works as a personal assistant in the fashion industry.)