Tales From A Dominatrix: What’s In The Bag?..

Tales From A Dominatrix is a new weekly web feature that tells the story of one of New York City’s top dungeon vixens with a talent from whipping boys into shape..

I never thought of myself as the type of girl that would do this..I mean, who does really? I had just gotten my first student loan bill and I knew there was no way I could afford to keep paying these with the money I’d been making from the bar..not unless I wanted to stop f***ing eating (which, due to the 5 pounds I’d gained, would’ve actually been a good idea). A girl that used to come in all the time (I called her double whiskey because that’s what she ordered) would always come in at around 1 am and sit alone at the back booth in a black rain coat and have a big black bag that could fit a dead body. One night, after my shift (and obligatory end of shift shots), she came up to and said, “Wanna know what’s in the bag?”. I immediately turned bright red, which was obviously due to the random question I was being asked but definitely was not helped by my slight tipsiness. She said that she had noticed that I’m always looking at the bag every time she comes in and also, how pretty I was (somehow, I turned brighter). She bought me a drink and somehow we ended up talking till the bar closed. She told me she’d come from some small town somewhere, her mother had died when she was super young, and her dad abused her (she never mentioned whether it was sexual or emotional, but I could guess) till she got enough money to move out of the house and to the big city at 16. I told her my story too, which was far more “normal” and way less interesting, but she never looked at me like some college bred, middle class, suburban girl who moved to the city with an internship and her parent’s credit card, but moreso with a look of deep envy. She asked me why I was working in a bar if I had my parents to support me and I told her that they cut me off, to which she said, “I think I might have a job opening for you..here’s my card. Meet me there tomorrow at 3 pm if you really want to know what’s in the bag…and make A LOT more money”. Then, she left, and my mind was racing with more questions than I had ever had about the girl with the black bag, and I looked around the bar and thought, “Why not?”. That’s how my journey began towards a career that neither my parents, college counselor, or I had never planned…

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