Jax Visits the Vet and I Pitch to Risk (Patreon)

Jax had to lose a fang today but the vet let me keep it. He offered, by the way, so that doesn't make me a creep.

I also wrote some pitches for the Risk podcast. They wanted weird sex stories a few months ago so I sent them my sweater story. It wasn't as high stakes as their stuff usually is so it didn't get picked for the show, but they really liked my storytelling style and asked me to pitch some other things. I've got a couple stories ready to be recorded, and I'll post them when they're done, but I also wrote a couple pitches. It was emotionally tough to bring these things up, but I'd really like to be on Risk and hopefully fleshing these stories out can help me make them into essays to sell.

Raid

When the financial crisis hit, I was 25, I had a “straight” job I hated that paid very little money and an awesome job as a dominatrix was finally starting to pay off. And then the dungeon I worked for was raided by the police. One of my friends and one of my bosses was arrested. The next day the boss from my straight job called to let me know that my photo was on the front page of the Daily News under the headline “Tribeca S&M Palace Raided; Owner, Domina, held on prostitution charges.” So then I had to call my mom and tell her about that and reassure her that I wasn’t a prostitute, just a dominatrix. My mom was kind enough to remind me that people had said way worse things about Maddonna. I lost my straight job a couple months later and felt pretty lost. My dungeon had been the third in a string of raids so I didn’t feel safe working in another dungeon or on my own but that didn’t matter because no one had money anyway. I took every job that came my way, all of which were terrible. But eventually I found a job I liked and started domming again.

I know that’s kind of a shaky ending but I was trying to keep the pitch under 250 words. If this they're interested I can expand the ending.

Flagg

After breaking up with my abusive ex I went to a kink convention with my friend Arden. She wanted to submit to Flagg but her boyfriend/master was only ok with her domming other people. Flagg had been recently disabled, so Arden offered to dominate someone *for* Flagg, and offered me up as that someone. This way, she’d have Flagg ordering her to do things but she was still “being dominant.” Flagg terrified me but I hadn’t played with anyone since my ex, and I missed it. I was so out of fucks to give I just shrugged and said “Sure.” 

Flagg had her tie me to a table and instructed her to cane me whenever he lifted his finger. Then he wheeled up next to me, put a straight razor against my face, and started asking me questions. When he didn’t like my answer, he lifted his finger. Eventually, he talked me into asking him to cut off part of my ear. I could hear the smile in his voice as he told me to say “Please.”  Then I started crying and he whispered “You know that I would, but I don’t know you well enough.” Then he wheeled away. The scene felt like a re-birth to me. It reminded me how strong I could be, how fearless. It reminded me that I didn’t need my ex-boyfriend to have the kind of kink I wanted. Flagg later told me that it was the first scene he’d done in two years, and had opened up a part of his life that he thought was over.