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  1. Becoming a dominatrix helped my anxiety
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  3. Angeline Assez

Please try your request again later. Several years ago I was a writer for several magazines. We moved into the mountains of central Oregon so he could fish and develop his photography skills. I read a number of books called "erotica" but found them dull and lacking in many ways. Poor grammar and spelling errors distract from any potentially good story. I thought I could do better, so I began writing in this area. I attempt to paint a picture in the mind of the reader showing the thoughts, backgrounds, and emotions of the characters as well as the physical actions so often the base of this form of writing.

Currently I am writing about several forms of erotica, primarily with the female sub and a male s being dominate. Having a few experiences with this form of sexual relationship and bondage myself, that is a primary theme of many of my stories. I have recently experimented with cuckold stories, which I find a fascinating fantasy although never tried. After reading my stories, if you liked them, please share a 4 or 5 star rating.

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Forced into Prostitution Feb 20, How my husband became a cuckold Jun 25, Robinson Nov 08, Melissa Febos teetered in borrowed 7-inch stilettos, towering over the body of a naked middle-aged man. She adjusted her garter, rearranged her Bettie Page-esque black bob, licked her cherry-red cent lip gloss and struggled to breathe in a corset that cinched her waist down 6 inches. She frantically searched for the right words.

How does one start this? She was so nervous, she burped. She felt his breath on her fishnet stockings and fought the urge to run away. Febos unshackles the secrets of her four years in the dungeon, which is hidden in plain sight in an office building off Herald Square. She made a few hundred dollars a day humiliating, whipping and torturing all kinds of men, from stockbrokers to rabbis, tourists to millionaire record executives. The daughter of a psychotherapist and a sea captain, Febos was preternaturally mature, deciding at 15 to drop out of high school, get her GED and move to Boston, where she took night classes at Harvard and waitressed during the day.

To pursue her dreams of becoming a writer, she moved to the Big Apple, started college classes and took internships in publishing. Two years later, after moving from Chelsea to a fourth-floor walkup in Bedford-Stuyvesant, she met a woman who would forever change her world. Febos was intrigued, so she knocked on her door one afternoon.

Becoming a dominatrix helped my anxiety

I mean, relatively good. Not compared to other sex-industry work. Inspired by her brief encounter, she spotted an ad in a weekly paper: The elevator opened to an ordinary vestibule surrounded by several doors that were all magnetically sealed from the inside. Once inside, she entered a lobby with oriental rugs, red walls and mirrors, leading to hallways with almost a dozen different doors. The Red Room had a bondage table with a life-size Catherine wheel, straight-jacketed dummy, a human cage, candles, clamps, economy-size lubricant and a leather-upholstered bed.

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The cross-dressing rooms were outfitted with stylish leather couches, vanity tables and a wardrobe, complete with man-size stilettos and French-maid costumes. Around noon, the lunchtime rush would begin, with businessmen streaming in for their midday spankings. There were many different kinds of dominatrixes — rebellious coeds not yet out of college, ex-strippers, girls from Harlem and The Bronx — but none lasted long.

Inexperienced dommes started with easier, sensual sessions, characterized by a simulation of romance, teasing and gentle bondage.

Angeline Assez

But the real dominatrix art was in the corporal sessions — with its precise beatings, whippings, slapping, spanking and paddling. After several sensual beginner sessions, she soon discovered she was a natural at corporal sessions, becoming one of the most sought-after mistresses. At the height of her powers, she made one slave cry by dunking his head into a bucket of ice-cold water after he confessed he was terrified of drowning. En route to the dungeon they dropped off their dry cleaning, or their wives at Macys.