A job!

I’ve received a mixed blessing. I have a job–and it pays extremely well… but, there’s a catch (there’s always a catch, it seems). It’s as a professional Domina. And yes, that means this, this, and this among other things. I’m capable of doing the job; that’s not the problem. I don’t even mind the coworkers–ladies in lingerie is rarely a bad thing, and never when they’re employed to dress well (albeit, provocatively), look good, and take control of their respective sexualities. I don’t mind wearing lingerie myself, either. Lingerie (of the well-fitting variety) is an awesome, awesome thing.

The problem is the nature of the work. I’m submissive at heart, and this dominating-men-so-they-can-get-their-rocks-off thing just isn’t my cup of tea. The idea in and of itself isn’t an issue for me–what people do in their private lives is their business–but I don’t know if I can be that dominating woman for that long during every shift. Plus, some clients want golden showers or enemas, and I’m really not into that. Again, the acts in and of themselves aren’t the problem–it’s me performing them on someone else that’s the problem. Granted, I don’t have to go anything I don’t want to do, and there is absolutely no sex involved (thank the Lord).

Then again, maybe I am cut out for this work because it would be seriously strictly professional–I’m very rarely aroused by dominating someone else, so it really would be “just part of the job.” I only need to work three days per week at roughly $100 per hour (and that’s my cut; the customer actually pays roughly $200 per hour). My shifts are weeknights 6-11 pm, but there’s no guarantee that I’ll see any clients during that time. Assuming I saw one client for one hour each night, that comes out to around $20 per hour, plus tips. Oh yeah, and I get to keep all my tips (which can be anywhere from nothing to $200+ per client). I would like to think of Domming as a kind of weird therapy–which is what I told my parents it was when they asked about my interview today–but it’s a lot more “hands on” and contact-oriented than traditional therapy is.

I get to use my stage name, which is pretty cool, and would/will be working with other women with (stage) names like Simone, Leyla, and Scarlet. And, if nothing else, this work will make for some interesting stories. I’m going to see how it goes for a week or two and re-evaluate my position. At the very least, I need to pay for next month’s rent and the minimum balance on my steadily-growing debt. Also, I need to get a nice black bra, a garter belt, some stockings, boyshorts, a couple of thongs, and some fetishy heels. So, tomorrow (that is, later today) I’ll be heading over to (The?) Town Shop in Manhattan to get fitted for said items (mostly the bra). This is going to be interesting.

Note: I will be labeling this “sex work” one week from the date of this post, which will make it invisible to most viewers. If you’d like to make a comment, do it before September 22.

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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