I’ve always been into BDSM. But I’ve never had a partner who could make it past a little bondage with my stockings securing his hands to the headboard. I had a boyfriend who severely needed a ball-gag to prevent him from talking so much (I mean, like everyday, all day long).

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When I introduced the idea, the color drained from his face before, moments later, it turned into a big argument about me not valuing what he had to contribute to the conversation. Which really stirred up my sadistic desires – only to be left unsatisfied, and sexually frustrated, when he disobeyed me by stomping out the door.

There’s a local club that does Dom/Sub play. A friend of a friend invited me to come along one night. I was curious, so I took a tour. But I was disgusted. Not because of the smell of sweat soaked leather and unwashed latex. Not because of the tears and shrieks and moans of unrequited desire. But because their rule was that I’d have to start out as a Sub, and work my way up. Fuck that! Any TRUE Dominatrix has an inborn sadism that will not submit to a lowering of status. Anyone who owns a wardrobe for either role on their dirty play night is full of shit. Those other bitches are fakers, on the fence about who should be the Master of flesh, playing along with whatever fantasy their more dominant counterpart wants that day. Might as well just be a pornstar. The “dungeon” wasn’t an option, so how was I supposed to get my fix?

I went online, looking for something to quench my desire to dominate, and pissed off that all the porn I found was full of that “faking it” that put me right where I already was. But a little further down the browser, I found a link to a phone sex line that specializes in my kind of fetish. No squeezing into a corset, tottering around on stilettos, and trying to find a cab to the dungeon. There was no pressure on me to look the part, I could just be me – brute and plain as that is – and no camgirl/guy trying to sell me on a private show. I could be Mistress XYZ with any man or woman whose voice I could tolerate as they told me “yes Ma’am!” with every instruction I gave. I’ve worked my way through hundreds of strangers, letting my dark desires build into explosive and terrifying orgasms, then I just hung up and left them begging for release while I got on with my day. I can do it from work, from home, I’ve even snuck into the bathroom during my best friend’s housewarming party to get mine. Plus, I’m completely anonymous (and so is my kink)! So, if you need release for your unique brand of debasement, I command you to phone sex!