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23 november 2009


Confessions of...a domestic dominatrix


Source: rubyroom.aol.co.uk - Eleven - UK


When your 42 year-old husband ups and leaves you for a 21 year-old law student, it's big news in a tiny upper class Devonshire village.


A reputation in tatters and a ruined woman financially, I had to find a way of earning money to keep my house, car and possessions. The debtors were on my doorstep and bailiffs were threatening to take everything I owned, it was time to pick myself up off the floor and get pro-active.

However, ever since I'd met my husband 20 years ago, I'd never had a job outside of the home. All I knew was how to starch a shirt, peel potatoes and polish silver - skills unlikely to pay my bills.

Then one night a middle aged bachelor from the village came over to console me and after one two many glasses of wine, he made his move.

I was taken aback and anger that he'd taken advantage of my vulnerable state combined with Dutch courage brought me to slap him hard across the face. But strangely, he seemed to like it.

He told me to do it again. So without thinking, I did. He laughed and flipped over onto his knees and told me to strike him across the bottom and call him a naughty boy. Which again, I did...but this time I was the one enjoying it.

Getting into the swing of it I went to the kitchen, found a spatula and ran upstairs to slip into some stilettos. Now I could really act the minx.

The next day I was devastatingly embarrassed and hungover. However, he turned up later in the evening, completely unfazed, flashed £100 in crisp notes in my face and said "I want you to do exactly what you did last night, but harder. Oh, and by the way, so does Joss at number 47."

Although I had my reservations, I surprised myself by being liberal and looking at it simply as a business proposition. When I made it clear that no actual intercourse would take place, he looked as though I'd suggested something completely bizarre, which given the circumstances I thought quite amusing.

"I don't want to have sex with you," he said "I just want you to thwack me and tell me off for being a bad boy. That's what dominatrix do."

When I heard that word I felt powerful and sexy. To hell with my reputation, I'd keep the wolf from the door by beating the beast into submission!

I now deal with around 40 clients, mostly from the village, all who've been enlisted through word of mouth. I cater for everyone from nappy and bonnet wearing policemen to the stiletto sucking bin man who likes to be told he is a dirty dog.

I just wonder if my ex husband is having as much fun with his little strumpet. Something tells me he's not...