
WEIGHT: 51 kg
Bust: SUPER
1 HOUR:80$
Overnight: +90$
Services: Massage, Striptease, Oral, Facial, Fisting vaginal
His brow furrowed to convey gravity and I nodded, but not without a smirk. This was not an unusual post-cocktails request for me to hear, as at that point I had been a dominatrix for close to two decades. Gerry had been a regular client since my first year practicing as a professional in the Bay Area. As many sex workers can attest, client relationships with longevity of loyalty and good behavior can often evolve into something akin to friendship.
There are clients we keep at bay and those with whom we relax our boundaries. Gerry was what I deemed a personal client. I was also familiar with a greater part of his life, having met with his wife at social occasions several times, with full disclosure of our relationship. However, I made no illusions that the social downtime was still supported by the monetary relationship—a wad of cash or something like it. There, we enjoyed a playful session with rope bondage, spanking and a bit of delectable whipping, ending with a prodigious strap-on cock, so gargantuan in size that I actually had to lean back on my heels to accommodate the lolling weight.
Gerry was a tall, rotund figure with the plump face of a man-boy. He was an IT programmer by day and a size queen by night. Unlike many of my other clients, Gerry had never divulged any stories of acute trauma. We had talked about his childhood, particularly about how his father had been a flagrant womanizer and adulterer, as we were transforming his daddy issues into scenes of kinky play.
He was almost sanctimonious in regard to the payment for erotic services. We carry the secrets that men never tell their wives, their friends, not even their therapists. As whores, we are entrusted with the most profane and, I believe, the most precious personal stories. I have listened to stories of bones broken, of violent incest, of suffering war crimes from victims who are brave enough to come through my doors and seek ritualized reenactment.
Some seek to re-face the trauma for closure; some seek to transform it into affirmative kink. Kink sex work was a perfect career for me. It suited my personal inclinations of bondage, control and sadomasochism, and channeled my zealous sexual expression into cash.