Chapter 33: The Fetish Chamber

America was in the midst of a recession. My work with my father was slow and I was desperate to find ways to bring in extra money to help my family.

One day while browsing the internet for jobs, I came across an ad for a job that would change our lives forever. A BDSM dungeon in downtown Los Angeles was offering to hire and train attractive women who wanted to become a Professional Dominatrix.

I forwarded the ad to Sara as a joke and said something like at least you would not need as much training. I hardly expected her to take it seriously or be interested. She was.

I guess I was attracted to the idea of dating a Professional Dominatrix.

I was excited at the possibility of getting to play at the dungeon. I was not really thinking about the fact my girlfriend would be seeing other men naked as part of her job. As long as she was not having sex or doing something illegal with her clients I was not really bothered.

Sara responded to the ad when she got home from work. We did it together. I took a few sexy photos of her with my cell phone, and we uploaded them. She received a response soon after and was offered an in-person interview for the next day.

The only issue was this was before phones had GPS. Sara was awful with directions and constantly got lost when driving herself to new places alone. She immediately panicked. I was able to reassure her by agreeing to travel with her to the dungeon and wait inside the car while she had her interview. I figured how long could an interview really be.

The next day as we began to get close to the dungeon's address, I started to get a little worried. First of all, this was not a dungeon like the one I had been to before. More like an apartment that was converted into a dungeon.

Also, the neighborhood was really ghetto. Like the type of neighborhood, you should plan your clothing color choices in advance of visiting.

Parking was a nightmare. Sara was almost late by the time we found a spot. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. She was.

I gave her a kiss goodbye and settled in awaiting her return after the interview. After about 20 minutes or so Sara called me on my cell phone.

"I know you were a little worried and I just wanted to let you know everything is fine. This place is great! I got the job." she said.

"That's wonderful baby! Is it ok if I come up and check the place out?" I asked.

"Well, no not today sweetie. My new boss, Mistress Caroline says she already has a client lined up that I can see and make some money. He will be here in five minutes and having other men here kills the vibe for some clients."

"I totally get it. No worries. I will wait in the car." I said trying to be supportive.

Two hours passed by without a word from Sara. I spent the time ducking in the back seat from perceived gang members stalking outside the car and nosey police patrolling the area that might think I was up to no good sat in the car for so long.

I started to wonder how long I should be waiting before I go break down a door and save her from a potentially dangerous situation.

Finally, Sara came skipping down the sidewalk with a bright smile on her face. I unlocked the door, and she placed her purse in the back seat before sliding into the driver's seat. I climbed over into the front and took my place in the passenger seat.

"How did it go? Tell me everything!" I said.

"Mistress Caroline is beautiful. She has been a "Dom" for over 30 years with a huge client list. She is a little bit older now and her husband does not want her seeing her clients anymore, so she works as the Head Mistress and takes a cut of everyone's sessions. It pays over $100 an hour plus tips baby!"

"Wow that is great, we are going to be rich! We can finally get our own place. What was your first session like? You beat some dude up? What did he look like? Older?"

"Well, it turns out the client was actually a Dominant not submissive. He was actually a bit handsome. Maybe early forties."

"Wait I thought you were going to be a Dominatrix; how does that work?"

"Mistress Caroline said in order for me to truly be respected as a Dominatrix I had to first take a few sessions as a submissive. So, I could understand what I am putting people through."

"Mistress Caroline said the client was an old friend of hers and I would be fine. I was really nervous but luckily she was in there the whole time making sure I was okay."

"I guess that sounds better."

"The session started off with the client telling me to strip. At first I was a bit nervous but Mistress Caroline assured me this was part of the job. The man looked me over using a leather crop to spread my legs and lift my breasts."

"I have to admit standing there naked in front of the client and the Head Mistress turned me on a little. He then bent me over his knee and gave me several spankings. My butt is still a little sore."

"After the spankings he restrained me to a piece of bondage furniture that was shaped like a giant X. My wrists and ankles were attached at each end with restraints. Mistress C mentioned she thought I was doing fine and left the room. The client placed a blindfold on me. Then clamps on my nipples. Not knowing what would happen was scary but also a little thrilling."

"Suddenly I heard a buzzing noise. The man put some type of really strong vibrator right on my clit. I came within a minute the vibrations were so strong. I know he could tell I came because he laughed as the orgasm washed over my body. He did not stop though he continued to press the vibrator down harder.”

“He then placed his hand around my throat and started choking me. He removed the vibrator right as I was on the edge and released his grip on my throat at the same time. “

“Then he placed the vibrator back on as he choked me again. I must have cum about four times. I lost track of time."

"Mistress Caroline came back in and said the session was over. She handed me a towel, and the man tipped me an extra $100. I made $300 in 2 hours!"

Hearing this story I was having conflicting feelings. It feels like a traditional feeling every man should feel jealousy or hurt from this type of situation.

"I am so sorry! Are you angry with me? I can quit right now! Please don't hate me!" she said.

"No don't quit, just please tell your boss no more sessions like that. I am not comfortable with it." I said.

Sara assured me it would never happen again. She pulled out of our parking spot, and we began brainstorming ideas for her new Dominatrix name. Of course, her boss vetoed just about every idea we came up with saying they were a bit too scary or goofy. This included Mistress Misery and Miss Clea Vage. Eventually she settled with Mistress Sara. It was hardly creative or making much effort to disguise her identity.

The dungeon was called the Fetish Chamber.

It turns out the Fetish Chamber was a place that catered to certain fetishes not all dungeons were willing to. This included pegging.

Although technically pegging for money is illegal, Mistress Caroline had a long list of safe pre-approved clients she has seen for years. She insisted any legal risk was minimal and any new clients were heavily screened or referrals from other Mistresses.

Mistress Caroline also had a unique way for testing new clients to see if they were undercover police or informants. Regardless of if a client had requested anal play or pegging, she always started sessions with new clients by shoving a gloved finger up their ass. If Sara was seeing a new client, she would be instructed to "glove him".

Looking back, I could not explain to you how that weeded out informants or undercover police. At the time I just thought it was funny.

Chapter 33: The Session