In my world it all starts with a phone call

A polite yet direct female voice answered back when I responded to my ringing phone

“My name is Gina. I’m a student at UCSD. I want to know more about female Domination. Can I interview you at your Dungeon?”

Gina, I pictured a round faced Italian beauty.  “What is the nature of your studies and how did you choose me?” I queried with a mix of caution and curiosity.

“I study writing and want to do a paper for my Women’s Studies class on Female Domination and you seem to be the most valid source of real life information here in San Diego.  The UC system has many Women’s Studies departments but none offer  classes on Female Domination, not even Berkley”.

I like this girl already.  She reminds me of myself.  No one gets a offical degree in Female Domination.  Mistress is a self-appointed title.

We met three times in three weeks: first  at her  place, second for  a tour of my Dungeon and third was a session at my place. The paper is what follows, divided into two parts. Her name is Gina Tang.  She is a tall, curvy, talented Asian with waist length dark hair, full lips and a sharp wit  who already has a variety of writing credits under her belt. I want to hug her every time we meet.

Mercy Part 1

The first time I meet Dom Dominique, I tell myself to go slowly, set a pace that is relaxed, open.  I wear jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt.  In the morning I vacuum, sweep, wash dishes.  Taking a quick mental inventory of the contents of my refrigerator, I wonder what a Dominatrix drinks. Water? Red wine? My house smells like butternut squash and incense.

Our appointment is for 2:00. At 2:05, a gentle knock at the door.

Dominatrix: A female individual who assumes an in-charge role in acting out sexual fantasies outside of commonly accepted behavior.

For fifteen years, Dom Dominique has been taking the reins. “It’s the natural order,” she says, if you have that sense of control. Nature favors the female.  Domination is part of my core personality.”

I believe her. She stands almost six feet tall, brunette, with ample breasts and flashing eyes. Even in a grey cotton tee, stretchy black pants and tennis shoes, she has an aura of royalty.  She is calm, steady, composed.  She could be anybody’s mother.

Other women come to Dom Dominique, addressed as Mistress, for training and instruction in the art of domination. They are looking to empower themselves, take control of their relationships, and increase their self advocacy in the workplace.  After centuries of conditioning, women are unconsciously submissive.  They avoid taking up space. Sitting on my couch, Mistress demonstrates a typical female posture.  She stands up and shifts her weight to one leg like a flamingo, shrinking into a little pillar. Arms folded, legs crossed.  Men on the other hand, stand with legs and arms akimbo.  They sprawl out, filling the space around them, claiming territory.  I am impressed with the sensitive intelligence she possesses, the subtle mastery of nuances in human behavior.  It’s hard to tell, but she looks to be about thirty-five or forty.  She’s easy on the eyes.  Her observant expression and deliberate gestures command attention.  Mistress makes herself clear.

“When greeting someone else, a dominant individual will use body language to assume a position that the other responds to.  Often this happens unconsciously, setting the tone for subsequent interaction: who asks the questions and who answers, who sets the protocol and who follows.”

I’m wondering about the mental mechanics of her clientele, and as Mistress speaks, she answers without my asking.  “With men, it is often those with a significant amount of power and control in their daily lives-CEO’S and admirals that seek domination.  Tow truck drivers and accounting clerks do not.  The CEO is expected to be in control at all times, a self-assured, competent individual who shows no weakness.  Since this is not a realistic expectation of any human being, it is the CEO who craves submission-but he must be selective about who to surrender to.  Who will he trust and believe in enough to have such rapport?” With her direct even gaze, Mistress exudes confidence.  The tone of her voice is almost musical; a pleasure to listen to.  “Crossdressers, for example, are usually masculine, heterosexual men.  The run a shipyard and love a satin skirt.”

The balance of masculine and feminine energies is sacred

Mercy – Part 2 to follow next month