(9) Working at Arkham Asylum

      It’s Saturday night, so I’m going to take the easy way out and answer a request from the mailbag:

“I love stories about the wackiness of your co-workers. Mental illness, workplace dysfunction, drug abuse, stupidity! I love it all. I guess when I did a lot of scenes at dungeons, I didn’t want to admit how little I knew about these women. Even when I became someone’s regular, it was only four hours a month together in a highly controlled setting. In my mind they had perfect lives — creative outside work (music or art), great sex, incredible parties. It was part of my fantasy. “
      My nicknames for the Studio were “Arkham Asylum” and “Bellvue.”  The organizational culture of the Studio was highly dysfunctional (not all dungeons are like that–the other two I worked at were friendlier and pleasant).  The dommes were a constantly-revolving cast of colorful characters, the likes of which I have never met anywhere else.  The personalities were all over the map, but what we all had in common is a non-conformist mindset and a willingness to take risks.  The Studio was a rogues’ gallery of misfits, adventurers, free spirits, and grifters, but I never met a single fucking sheep there.  

       All of these things happened in dungeons during my tenure:

      A domme was using coke with a client at 2 AM.   She got angry and smashed his Rolex watch.  There was a huge blowup about it with the manager, but eventually, the client went home and ate the loss.  I mean, what was he going to do?  Call the police and admit to using coke in a dungeon in the middle of the night?  By the way, the domme was not fired.

        Four assaults.  To be fair, one woman instigated three of them.  She punched one domme in the eye, followed another girl into the supply closet and throttled her there, and slapped a third.  She got the boot after the third assault, which is good, because she was traumatizing the clients.  She is still practicing. 

        One domme was in the New York Post for throwing a puppy out of the window of a guy’s apartment (the dog survived).  

        One domme I know went on a 6-hour session with a client and flipped her shit in a bathroom at The Yale Club.  She ripped the toilet lid off of the toilet, and was forcibly ejected for the premises.  The client tried to stick Studio management with the repair bill.  NOPE.  (I’m inclined to believe that the client must have done something to her, but who knows?)

           One woman married three different guys, each one in a different country, and none of them knew about each other.   Women run around and cheat, of course, but I’ve never heard of one committing bigamy (whatever the female equivalent is).  Very weird.

          One domme was a kleptomaniac who was blacklisted from every store in a 3-block radius.  

           One had a SWAT team raid her house.  We saw the television footage. 

            Some bitch stole an entire rotisserie chicken out of the fridge.  She took the whole thing.  I’d just bought it from Whole Foods because I was going to a potluck dinner after work.  It was probably still warm when she took it.  Who steals a chicken?

          Those are the incidences I can think of off the top of my head.  I wondered if it would be tacky or disloyal of me to blog about these things, but hell: it’s already public knowledge.

          I would also like to state that I was not close to any of these women.  I didn’t even know their real names until I read about them in the paper.   

7 thoughts on “(9) Working at Arkham Asylum”

  1. wow, it seems every time I comment it begins with a wow, but there it is. glad to see you blogging every day, I still enjoy and look forward to your entries .

    1. Hi Lauralei;

      I am glad you are enjoying my little blog. I have a few regular readers who found me through the pharmacy blog.

      I’ll have another post up tomorrow. Whether I like it or not.

  2. Hi Margo

    Threw a puppy out a window!!! That’s just fucked up.

    One thing I have wondered about for a while is, for some of the more “out there” clients is the asylum their choise of last resort, I mean have they worn out their welcome at the other studios in town and none of the independents will see them, so basically the asylum is the only place left for them to go? From what you have written over the years the place seems like a ticking time bomb to me.

    I hope you are feeling better.

    Take care of yourself.


    1. Hi Mike;

      The overwhelming advantage of the asylum, err, STUDIO & other dungeons is that it is an incall, and it is (almost) always open. Independent dommes almost never book last-minute sessions, or even same-day sessions, as I’m sure you know. The Studio is conveniently open when you really want to do a session, and there’s always at least a few women on staff (though, if you just walk in off the street, it’s a total crapshoot who you’re going to get to see…could be a great domme, could be awful). Most clients are married and their schedules are restricted. The dungeon makes it easy for them to session.

      But you ARE on to something, Mike: commercial dungeons often do, indeed, get the WORST clients. Why? NO SCREENING. The only thing management cares about is whether the guy is a cop, or whether he thinks he’s going to get regular sex acts like intercourse or a blowjob.

      The serial molesters looking for new girls go to commercial dungeons because that’s where most of the new girls start in the industry. This is a very well-known problem in the community; I’ve had this conversation with tons of dommes. My second session at the Studio was with a well-known predator. I protected myself and got through it okay because I was warned.

      Hope this helps.


  3. Thanks Margo

    I’m still pissed about the puppy. If there is any karmic justice in the world in her next life she’ll come back as a fire hydrant.

    Take care of yourself.


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