Ever thought about becoming a Dominatrix? Keep reading, my friend…
She had swooped in to give me a kiss on the cheek while I was distracted replying to an email and I looked up, giving her an involuntary grin. We caught up all the time, but this time I hadn’t meant to see her. I had taken myself out for a coffee as working from home can get dull sometimes and there is nothing as good as fresh air, sun shine, and gorgeous men to look at on a lunch break.
“Hey!” I said.
“Emails?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Yeah. Someone with an elaborate request for a scene.” I told her, without the need to elaborate on exactly what kinky things I was being asked to do for money in this public space. My best friend knew the email had come from someone getting in touch with me through one of my professional dominatrix platforms.
“You’re still doing that?” She asked as she sat down and waved for the waiter who smiled before coming over and asking if she wanted the usual only to receive a nod in response.
“Yes. Of course.” I told her without either of us missing a beat, “I love it!”
She smiled, “Yeah, it would be my dream job too! You know I always ask people about what sort of fucked up porn they like at parties.”
I laughed – I did know, only too well – my friend was awful at making small talk with strangers, and would always go for the most inappropriate questions about their filthiest kinkiest secrets where I would normally just discuss the weather. One has to warm people up to perversion, after all!
I had told my friend previously about what I was doing, and why I had chosen to get involved in this unusual line of work. I had explained that the involvement had come from a deep well spring of passion, but that I knew there were plenty of people who did this just for a bit of cash, and whatever, they could do whatever they liked. There were more than enough clients to go around, after all!
Now as I was switching my phone on to silent and putting it away so it wouldn’t disrupt our conversation, I was reflecting on the past six months as an online ProDom with its steep leaning curve, ups and downs and plenty of fun I had had along the way.
“Will you teach me how?” She asked.
“Teach you how?” I asked, “To answer an email?”
“No, to do your job.” She told me.
I laughed, “Well, most of it is just answering emails, to be fair.” I told her.
“No, really.” She said, looking up at the waiter who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and smiling as he bought her her coffee. He was pretty cute I reflected as I wondered how he would look on all fours with a butt-plug tail in. I dismissed the thought, not wanting it to show on my face.
The waiter walked away and I told my friend, “Really. Most of what I do is customer service, and building relationships. It is only the boys who behave who get instructed on how to please other men, or themselves.”
“Please other men?” She asked me, “You mean forced bi?”
I grinned. She knew well what I meant, we had been friends for a long time and she knew what I was into. It wasn’t just strangers whose private lives she prodded at.
“Well, what website are you using at least?” She asked me.
I told her the two websites I had been using the most – the ones I found easiest to use, and which had bought me the best submissives – and she wrote them down. Then the conversation moved on.
After a while, my friend bought the conversation back to professional BDSM again.
“I have so many questions!” She told me.
“If you want to do it, just do it. There is no other way to know if you will like it. There is no other way to tell if it is for you, or if you will get much out of it.” I told her honestly. Because it was true.
The best way to know if becoming a dominatrix is for you, is to just do it.
You can spend a long time researching, or in an apprenticeship for a dungeon that you know doesn’t need any more dommes and earning no money, or you can just grab the bull by the horns and do it.
Go out and become a dominatrix if you want to, your life is too short – and too precious – to not do whatever it is that lights you up and makes you happy.
Victoria Gray 