Some time ago the Birmingham Sunday Mercury had a sensational headline story. Apparently a woman who had a part time job as a carer in an elderly persons’ home spent the rest of her working week as a professional dominatrix with a dungeon not far from the home. I am unsure why it was necessary to out her and what anyone gained from this apart from selling a few more papers with titillating descriptions of thigh high boots and whips. The reporter must have felt incredibly brave going to the dungeon to confront the woman, reporting that he had escaped ‘without punishment’ as if dominatrices are in the habit of handing out whippings to random people whose path they happen to cross. This was journalism at its laziest and an appalling violation of the woman’s privacy. It also cost her her job at the home since, according to the home manager, being a carer is incompatible with being a ‘pervert’ (i.e. a person into kink in any form) even if, no-one knows about it, other than those who want or need to know.
I talked about this recently with my dominatrix friend over a glass or two of red wine. She told me how it looks from her perspective as an experienced professional. Most of the men she sees are regular clients, some of whom have been seeing her for all of the nearly twenty years she has been in the business. Over time she gets to know them very well, to understand what makes them tick as submissives, how she can best meet their deep seated emotional need to submit, be humiliated, punished etc. She learns things about them that even their partners don’t know, the fantasies, the demons, the often heavy emotional baggage from their past that she helps them to carry. Like a therapist I ventured She agreed to a point but was reluctant to take the analogy too far. She is not a therapist but what she does is undoubtedly therapeutic for the clients. It is also a huge responsibility to accept the submission and, over time, the unconditional trust of someone who makes himself vulnerable in the context of a session. She cares deeply about her slaves a number of whom have become friends. I remember on one occasion as we chatted in a pub she took a call from a regular client, a man who had suffered a recurrence of his cancer. He just needed to talk and my friend was happy to make time for him.
I find it easy to imagine that the woman in the press report was equally caring and that her work as a dominatrix was simply another aspect of a caring personality, that washing a frail old person and ordering a slave to kneel before the throne have more in common than many people think. That she should lose her job is a sad reflection on the immaturity of our society and its continuing difficulty in dealing with alternative sexualities
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I agree with your sentiments. Absolutely. I think it is terrible that this person was treated this way, as if she could not be a good health care worker and a domme in her own time (and it is her own time – why do workplaces have the right to us when we are not at work for goodness sake?). She has done nothing wrong. The reporter who outed her is not even the problem – the problem is the reaction to the story.
Anyway, I am the other half. I am the customer, the one who pays the domme. And I have chronicled a journey in that. the thing about that is that I have had to make it anonymous, not just for those who love me in my family, but because I would put my livelihood at risk in the same way. But why is it like that? It is so unfair. Masochists and submissives cannot help the way they feel, and the dommes who help us to cope deserve social support not censure. In fact, to force someone to only be a domme is very bad for her. The domme fantasy is a projection of masochists like me, and is bad if that is all there is in her life. Even I have tried to point out that I am not just a masochist…..but if I get outed it would be just the same.
Thank you so much for this. I have come,to realise that domination and submission can be beautiful and life enhancing. Sadly it’s a beauty that too many people have to hide from those closest to them.