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In mid-September, after I had accepted the dominatrix position offered by Gilda Wasserman, she met me in front of the building I would be using for the “sessions,” as she called them. I was surprised when she had told me these would happen in the basement of a loft building on West 27th Street. My first client, a guy named Kevin, had already been lined up with me. When talking to Gilda on the phone, I mentioned that I had expected that I would meet him in an apartment.She replied, “I’m sorry, I was thinking of what we do with our regular hookers.” She never mentioned “regular” prostitutes during her original pitch to me. Gilda giggled, “As you know, dominatrix work can get pretty noisy. Not every customer accepts it quietly, and the sound of a belt or cane on a bare male backside can be pretty intense. Thus the lower level of a loft building is ideal.”I wondered if she had deliberately misled me. “You definitely used the word ‘apartment’ when you recruited me that day at the restaurant.” Less than a week had passed.“But this place is an apartment, or rather it has been remade to look like one. It even has a kitchenette and a wet bar. It’s not just a bare space in the cellar.”I tried a joke to hide my growing anxiety. “But no view, that’s for sure.”Gilda said, “No view, that’s right. But Nora, come down and take a look at it. I think you’ll be impressed. You need to see it before you attempt a session there.”I wondered if I could back out of the deal right then and there. “Okay, I’ll look at it at least.” I felt that visiting the place would give me some leverage if I really changed my mind. Thus I went down there the next afternoon directly after a class uptown at City College. I arrived a bit early so I could look at the exterior of the place and get a feel for the neighborhood.The building was one of the many twenty-story or so structures that had been built earlier in the century. Back in the 1970s they were almost all still used as garment factories. It was just east of Eighth Avenue, and the red-brick buildings of Penn South Houses were on the west side.There didn’t seem to be a doorman, which was a relief to me. I didn’t like the idea of someone keeping track of me or my customers. Of course, the doormen in the other buildings Gilda had mentioned would be paid to keep quiet about whatever was going on upstairs. I just didn’t want to be known as one of the whores who operated in a particular place. Thus my first impression was positive; it seemed like the location offered a modicum of both privacy and safety.Gilda came uptown from N.Y.U. I suppose, and she unlocked a metal door at the far west corner of the building. We then went down a staircase and unlocked another door on the lower level. She flipped the lights on and I looked around my new, part-time workplace. It was much larger than a standard New York apartment, by a factor of four at least. The entire basement had been revamped to have various amenities, including a small bar and cooking facilities near the base of the staircase. There were partitions to break it into rooms, but none of those sub-spaces had doors.Various sofas and chairs furnished the room. The lighting was a bit subdued but it wasn’t really dark in there. Perhaps I would compare it to a nightclub rather than an apartment. There were also several large wooden objects placed around the floor. Gilda asked me, “Do you know what those are for?”I had never seen anything like them, but I could guess their purpose. “I would say they’re spanking benches or trestles.”“That’s right, there are two basic types. This kind is upright, and it’s the most common. A guy will be put over one of these with his behind sticking up, and he will either be restrained or not according to his preferences. Or maybe he has to be restrained because he won’t stay in place.” She took me to another kind, which was basically just a padded bench.“A few of our clients like to be lying on these, face down. It’s the almanbahis way it used to be done with judicial punishments in Russia and I think in China too.”I asked her if they ever got any women who wanted to be punished. “A handful, but we only have other women do it to them. Some of them want to relive their intense childhood experiences with their mommies or teachers.” She paused for a moment. “Would you accept an assignment like that?”I didn’t want to commit myself to it during that orientation. “I’ve never actually done it to a female; I’d have to think about it.”“That’s fine, don’t concern yourself with it now.” I was glad that I didn’t have an open-ended arrangement for that position; I had told Gilda that I planned to out of it by the time I graduated in about ten months. Supposedly I could turn down an assignment, but I hadn’t tested a refusal yet. I remembered the old days when everything was up to my discretion.She said, “So what do you think of this place? Not bad right?”“I admit that I sort of like it. It reminds me a bit of a finished basement in a suburban house.” Of course, such houses usually did not have spanking benches. “It’s too big to be exactly cozy, however.”“For what you’re going to be doing, maybe cozy is not that important. We do also rent it out to various – well, call them BSDM clubs.”I thought I was fairly worldly, but I didn’t know much about those. Gilda must have noticed my confusion because she went on. “There are several kinds of those in New York. Some are quite vanilla, others are very hard-core, and of course, some specialize in gays.”She pointed over to a wooden wall. “This slides back, and there is a dungeon space on the other side. It has different kinds of equipment, quite elaborate in fact. For example, there is a wooden wheel you can tie a person to, and then spin them around.”That baffled me. “Why would anybody want to do that?”“I don’t know, a few people get a kick from being upside down during their session. Suspending people from the ceiling is another gimmick that can be done back there.”“That one I’ve heard of but I’ve never seen it.” Maybe I should have been grateful for that.“Nora, you seem a little jittery today.”I had been nervous back in 1973 and 1974 during my first go-round as an amateur hooker, but I hid it well under an attitude of brazenness. Now that I was older I knew better what I was getting back into, and that seemed to get on my nerves. This time, I would exclusively be doing dominatrix work, and I would be doing it as a professional. I was also trying to finish my final year at City College. As a history major, I had no idea what I’d be doing for a living when I graduated. Whatever it was, I promised myself it would be something legal and legitimate.I admitted the truth to her, “I’m surprised myself, because I used to be so bold, or at least I pretended to be that way with the customers.”“That’s one of the reasons I had you come down here, so you could see the place first before having to do a session in it. It will seem more familiar to you and you can concentrate on the task at hand. Don’t worry, as I said before, we are here to support you.”That was another aspect of it that bothered me. I didn’t yet know who “we” referred to and I doubted Gilda would tell me. When I had been an amateur hooker before, I had no one to answer to except myself. Now other people – unknown to me – would be keeping track of how I was performing.I didn’t say it to Gilda, but I hoped that this second hooking era would be short enough that I would have the luck to stay beneath the radar of law enforcement. That included both the police and the IRS. I had never been arrested or in legal trouble, but that was mostly because the security at City College was so lax in those days. Nowadays a student hooker would probably be snatched up within a few weeks, or maybe a few days, at most. I had been quite sloppy and inexperienced in those days, and I had solicited men right on almanbahis yeni giriş campus, during the daytime.You may be a part-timer, but this is like being in the major leagues now. Gilda looked so calm with her long dark hair, not like we were about to commit some crimes that could get us fined or put in jail.I asked her, “When the client arrives, I guess I should meet him down here?” I was surprised that I had asked such a naïve question.“Sure, that’s what you used to do in Maspeth, right?” That was still my neighborhood in Queens. “You didn’t stand out in the street, did you?” I did remember meeting my old boyfriend Paul once in a nearby park. We went back to the house for a spanking session on him. But that episode was a kind of lark, not actual business.“Where can I talk to this Kevin on the phone?”“Since you don’t have your own place yet, you can do that in Maspeth, or at the college newspaper office uptown. He can call you, depending on what’s convenient for him.”“I don’t know if those places are so great for phone calls; the lack of privacy, you know.”“You can use the phone down here. I’m going to give you the keys today.”I said, “This is a bit out-of-the-way for me, I mean just to use the phone.” I seemed to be complaining a lot on that day.“It’s not so bad. The E train stops a few blocks from here, or you can drive your car down and park it in a garage. And when you have your own place, that of course that will be available.”I was still feeling fluttery, and I wished I had my bottle of Valium. However, it was back home in Maspeth. I used to take more of it to deal with the stresses of my freshman hooking year, but I didn’t need it as much since then.Gilda could sense my emotions. “Nora, let’s sit down and have a drink. You seem to have the jitters, as I said. There is a whole bunch of items in the fridge. What would you like?”I didn’t hesitate, “A vodka and tonic would be great.”Soon Gilda and I were sitting on facing sofas with our drinks. I knew I was drinking mine a bit too fast. She said, “You can have another one if you like.”“Let me see how his one goes down first. So this Kevin guy, what exactly does he want?”“We talked briefly about that, but it’s best if you two discuss it directly. Nora, relax, you’re going to do fine.”I nodded reflexively. Then I thought about the amount of money I was going to make in one evening, and that made me feel a bit better. I also remembered what the Roman writer Publilius Syrus had said: fortune is like glass – the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken. That I kept that to myself and didn’t mention it to Gilda. It would make me seem ungrateful for the opportunity she had offered me.********The following evening I spoke to that Kevin guy. He didn’t tell me what his motives were, but he had a very specific discipline in mind. He requested that I use a tawse on him as he was bent over a spanking trestle. That was no problem because there was a whole closet of implements to choose from down there.He wanted the first eight on the seat of his trousers, and then perhaps thirty more on his bare behind. The exact number would be determined when we knew how the punishment was proceeding. I of course would see the results while he would feel them.I didn’t know the reasons for his requests, but I was used to having all sorts of preferences from my customers two years earlier. That I just chalked up to undergraduate weirdness, but it was obvious that adults had them too. BDSM is a very personal activity, and people have different fantasies they want to live out.On the very next evening, I was waiting for Kevin in the basement room. It was discomforting to be in that large space all by myself. I had decided to go with the “strict business manager” look; I was wearing a dark gray suit, white blouse, nylon stockings, and heels. My glasses were in place; I thought I should be able to see what I was doing. My dark blonde hair was in its usual brush cut.I thought almanbahis giriş I looked pretty good, very different from the slutty outfits I wore during my freshman year. Nora Kimmel was the name I was using in my new career, and Kevin was going to call me Miss Kimmel.The whole “slave” concept repelled me, and I didn’t want to be called “mistress.” Instead, I was merely a professional lady doing what I was paid to do, which was mainly to get men back on a straight path – or rather have them believe that was going to happen. Collecting the money was not my responsibility, however. Gilda took care of all the financial transactions ahead of time.I was sitting on a couch having a big glass of wine when the intercom rang and startled me. Being a nervous dominatrix would not go over well, so I stood up and tried to pull my emotions together. I had planned to be polite and not too loud, unlike the brazen and even nasty bitch persona I used to favor in the old days. I needed to get some experience with this new setting and then I could modify my dominatrix personality to fit these different, older clients.The guy who came down the stairs was about thirty, and he was wearing a jacket and tie. He was pretty tall and good-looking too. You know that expression that a lady can tell within five minutes if she wants to fuck somebody?Well, I had been going through a long, sexless summer that year, and I wanted to bang this Kevin person within the first ten seconds. Immediately I was getting pussy tingles, intense ones in fact. For a moment I was tempted to forget the whole punishment thing and start off just having a drink with him. Then, we would have a choice of many sofas we could use to copulate on. I don’t remember ever being that horny that fast.But I had a job to do that he had already paid for, and I tried to rein in my lust. I got glasses of wine, and we sat facing each other as we talked. We had a few preliminary pleasantries, and he told me he was a broker in the financial district. So he has a good job as well as good looks. My pussy vibrated even more. It’s amazing how sudden and insistent sexual desire can be.I asked him, “So Kevin, what exactly is bothering you?” It struck me how much politer I was compared to the earlier self of my freshman year.He replied, “You see, Miss Kimmel, I have a girlfriend but I haven’t been faithful to her.” I had heard that complaint before from customers.“So how many other ladies have you been with?”“Only two so far, but that is two too many.”“Are you having sexual relations with these other women right now?” I knew I had smiled when using the word “relations.”“Yes I am, Miss Kimmel, I just can’t resist their seductive powers.” Where did he get that phrase from? I was reminded of the sirens who had tried to lure Odysseus off-course. Also, his Miss Kimmel thing was starting to annoy me. Just call me Nora, okay? Or how about Calliope?For a moment I lost my focus again, and I wondered what he thought of me and my appearance. Hey Kevin, how about I insert myself into your life as the fourth lady in the mix? Nothing really serious, but as you can see we have plenty of space right here to get into some passionate screwing – right now if you wish.That would be completely inappropriate, so I said instead, “I see. So you think that a firm tawsing on your rear-end would help straighten out your attitude?” I felt like I was talking in somebody else’s voice.“Yes, I’m sure that would put me back in the right direction.” That was weirdly formal. He didn’t sound like he was using his normal tone of voice either.I already had the tawse I was going to use on him. It was on the sofa next to me. I picked it up and showed it to him. It was a thick leather belt that was divided into two tongues, I’d call them, on the business end.“Have you ever been struck by one of these?”“No, Miss, I never have.” Why had I chosen one of the longer ones? I knew from previous experiences that the client’s reasons for punishment were merely pretexts. What excited these people, what made them pay for it, was the idea of a powerful woman imposing her will on them.“It’s going to hurt, you are aware of that right? I mean, it’s made of thick leather.”
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