[Our interview subject, who wishes to remain anonymous, is among the most successful doms in the business today. She lives in a spacious 4 bedroom home in a remote part of Virginia, with no visible neighbors. I went to her home expecting to see black leather with studs, but her dress was much more subtle, even conservative. One look at her however, reveals at least part of her success is that she is quite beautiful by any standards. I was quite taken aback by her class and obvious intelligence. At 26, she seems to have wisdom well beyond her years. Equally surprising was that, in spite of her proclivities toward sexual dominance toward men, she is quite remarkably feminine and charming, without any of the harshness I’d experienced with other professional doms. Her brand of dominance seems to be much more grounded in subtler psychology, sometimes with much more devastating effects...]

I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but you really don’t look like a dominatrix to me. I guess I was expecting something a little different…

First, let’s establish something, although I guess I am technically a dominatrix, I don’t fit a lot of the stereotypes associated with the business. I do exert my will over men. And I am paid to be dominant. But I’m not what you’d usually think of when you think of a dominatrix.

I do have some black leather, and occasionally it helps set a mood, but most of the time I wear very feminine things – lace, and the like. I never speak in a bitchy tone – even when I’m doing incredibly nasty things to someone. Usually I use a very sweet tone, with plenty of sarcasm and derision. I like to use a feigned innocence. Like asking a guy to do the most degrading thing with a tone like you wouldn’t mind sweetheart, if I just went to the bathroom right here, would you. It’s so cold and such a long walk to the toilet… I never do any bondage, and I don’t usually use any physical force. See to me, that makes it better. It’s so much better when you drag someone through the dirt so to speak just by waving a hand or asking them to do it. Their willingness just underscores your superiority. Make no mistake, though. I am very dominant.

What do you like most about being a dominatrix?

Geez, I’ve been asked that so many times. Let me see, what do I like most about being a professional dominatrix? I guess what I love most about it is that it makes me feel so gorgeous. Precious. Revered, really… I like the worship. It makes me feel beautiful… exquisite… adored… powerful… It’s feels so good to make someone your personal slave, to make them drop to their knees before you at any moment. Imagine the feeling of power you would get if you could make someone kneel before you like you’re God, then have them kiss your ass. Just for laughs. Then multiply that times ten when you turn them into your personal toilet! I can’t describe that rush.

I’ll bet! How did you find out you were interested in this sort of activity?

It’s all my first boyfriend’s fault, actually. [Laughs.] He just couldn’t stop kissing my ass, and it spoiled me rotten. Now I love having my ass kissed; it’s my favorite way of humiliating clients — making them do something really nasty, then kiss my ass and thank me for it. Anyway, my first boyfriend introduced me to that particular pleasure, and it’s thanks to him that so much of my dominance is anally focused. He used to slobber over my ass better than some of my best slaves today. He would insist on kissing my ass before we had any sort of sex. God, I loved it. It made me feel like I was on top of the world having a boyfriend who seemed to live just to kiss my ass.

And that grew into what you do now? How?

Definitely. One day – and I swear this was an accident – he was kissing my ass while I lay on my stomach on my bed at my parents’ house. I was really getting off on the feeling of being worshipped, and I just started jerking off. I’d never jerked off while he did that before, but I just felt like it. He didn’t stop so either did I. I’d been in the habit of fantasizing that he was my servant and that I was making him kiss my ass even back then, and that’s what I was thinking about at the time. Of course, I’d never even breathed a word about it to him, because I didn’t know how he’d take it.

Anyway, he’s pressing his lips on my asshole over and over again. Guys pay attention: if you really want to turn a woman on, kiss her body — passionately before you start poking or slobbering on it. Anyway, he always did it with his mouth closed, but I began to imagine that he was opening his mouth and French kissing me there, which he never had never done before.. Well, the very thought of that — of his open mouth over my asshole — made me begin to come. Then it happened.

What’s that?

Well, I came hard, and I was so totally absorbed in it that I just about forgot he was there. I guess I lost a little bit of control over my body, and I was pressing my asshole up against his lips as hard as I could. The next thing I know I farted right in his face! [Laughs] With his lips right against my asshole when it happened, some of it went into his mouth. Later on, I would replay that scene over and over again in my mind, and stroke myself off to it, but to tell you the truth though, when it first happened, I was absolutely mortified! It wasn’t like I was a seasoned dom or anything, and my nastier desires were mere fantasies then. I tried to face him, so I could apologize profusely, but then he did something that took me totally be surprise. He firmly pushed me back down on the bed, hoisted up my hips, arching my back. I felt very exposed. Then I felt something touch my asshole, but I knew it wasn’t his lips because it felt too moist. For a second I thought it might be his cock, but then I realized it was his tongue…

First time, huh? I’ll bet you loved it…

Actually I was more stunned and embarrassed. I mean, I’d always thought that ass-kissing was dirty, but I liked receiving it. I used to make up degrading fantasies about it. Of course, I was far too embarrassed to tell him that I fantasized about degrading him, so he didn’t know at the time. Since we had never really talked about it, I just assumed that he wasn’t thinking of it as a humiliating thing. I figured to him it was just another sexual variant, like pussy-licking.

But to my 16 year old mind, if ass-kissing was dirty, ass-licking was the most degrading, dirty, disgusting thing someone could do. Here he was, licking me right where my shit came out. And I’d even gone to the bathroom within the last half hour. I felt horribly nervous that he must be disgusted with what he was tasting. Sometimes when I look back on it, I like to think I might have subconsciously timed [going to the bathroom] that way – knowing full well that he was coming over and would be kissing my ass soon. [Smiles.]

But at the time, I was simply shocked into silence. I felt him lapping away at my asshole. In spite of my nervousness, I still thought the feeling was indescribably wonderful. I remember lying there nervously not knowing how to react, when I noticed that the sound of his ass-licking was a lot like the sound of my dog eating out of his bowl — at least to me. I was barely able to stifle a laugh. I kept thinking, ’He’s eating out my ass!’. The part of me that wasn’t embarrassed was on a total power trip, and I loved it.

Suddenly he stopped licking my ass and asked, Why did you do that? Did you do it on purpose?

I remember stammering, I didn’t mean it, I swear, as I looked down over my shoulder at him.

Then he shocked me by asking, Can you do it again? That single question represented a total turning point in our relationship. I couldn’t believe that he would (or that anyone would for that matter) actually ask for something like that. It told me that he liked it, that he wanted it, and that opened up a Pandora’s box that would slowly change our relationship — and me – forever.

Something caught in my throat, and it seemed as though some other part of me just took over. I was too shocked to verbally respond to him, so I turned away from him without a word, and just stuck my ass up in his face, as if in answer. So there I was, my legs spread in an almost spread-eagle position, my ass stuck high in the air, his breath wafting over my open pussy and asshole. I buried my head in the pillow on my bed from embarrassed pleasure, and waited. It was almost as if I wasn’t even consciously aware of what I was doing, but I know now I was inviting him to lick my ass some more. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally felt his tongue begin to lick my pussy again. At first I was quite disappointed. Maybe he wasn’t licking my asshole now, I thought, like I so badly want him to, because he doesn’t like it.

So what happened then?

Well, as he licked my pussy, I remember feeling every sense was heightened in nervous anticipation of what might happen next. I felt his every inhale draw directly over my asshole, and then his hot moist exhale afterward. The way he would pause after each inhale made it seem like he was trying to sniff my asshole as he ate my pussy. That was the way I imagined it anyway. That thought really turned me on — I was so wet! Still, I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t doing that nasty degrading thing for me, licking my ass.

Then I felt another fart come on, and I didn’t know what to do. Was he really serious about asking me to do it again, or did I misunderstand him? Finally I decided to throw caution to the wind. Totally disregarding the possible consequences, I began to fart again – this time right into his face and up his nose. The feeling I had while I was doing this was too much for me and I began coming in his mouth at the same time! I wasn’t sure if it might be the last time, depending on his reaction, so I really went for it!

That’s so hot! What did he do?

Well he stopped sucking my pussy! Now understand, even though my own young girl insecurities kept me from believing he could really want me to fart in his face, like most young girls, I was pretty selfish sexually. Even though I knew it was totally unfair of me, I was really pissed off that he stopped eating me out – especially half way through an orgasm. But my irritation only lasted for a brief second; I felt him put his mouth over my asshole, while I was still farting!! I farted right into his mouth!! And when I was done, he began licking my asshole, which I just couldn’t believe. I felt like a goddess! I swear to this day, the disjointed orgasm I had that day is still one of the best I ever had.

So it looks like your boyfriend was totally into the scene too?

Oh you don’t know the half of it yet. While I lie there letting him continue to suck on my ass, I was laughing inwardly at him. I just kept thinking in arrogant amazement, I just farted in your mouth, you dipshit! His willingness to suck on my ass seemed endless. Finally, I couldn’t contain my nasty thoughts anymore and asked him, Why did you just let me do that to you?

What?, he asked. It seemed like he was embarrassed too, albeit for very different reasons than I was. [Laughs.] His embarrassment made me feel less so somehow, and I began to feel for the first time what it was like to be truly dominant.

Fart in your mouth, I said. I couldn’t help giggling at the words, which sounded so rude to me. Hey, I was 16, y’know? It was kind of an embarrassed laughter, but the embarrassment I felt was for him, not me, and it was quickly abating. I felt like I was humiliating him just by coming right out and saying I farted in his mouth. The truth was, I loved that feeling. So I said again, You just let me fart right in your mouth, and then you licked my asshole afterward. How could you let me do something like that to you? Did you like it or something? I was only half-interested in the answer, I was really just getting off on talking to him that way. It was novel and fun!

I thought he might be embarrassed by my rather insolent tone, but he surprised me by responding timidly, Did you like it?

So I continued, with less disguised arrogance, Well, I don’t know. I never had someone lick my ass before, let alone after farting in their mouth! Seems kind of perverted. Why did you put your mouth on my ass when I was farting?

I don’t know, he said. It just turned me on.

You’re a sick fuck, you know that? I said laughing. What if I had to take a shit? You want to eat my shit too?

Wow. It sounds like things progressed very rapidly to hard core for you. What did he say?

Well, you know, they did. But I’m not so sure that was good. I remember he seemed unsure himself when he answered me. I don’t know. Maybe, is what he said. And I’ll never forget what he said next: Honestly I don’t know why, but I just love your body. Well, I didn’t mean that; I do know why. You’re absolutely gorgeous. So much so, I just want to worship your body. I’ve actually been doing it for a long time now, even though I haven’t told you. Why do you think I love kissing your ass so much, which by the way is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen? When I press my lips against that beautiful ass, I just feel like I’m putting you up on a pedestal. And I don’t know why, but I love that feeling.

I was shocked. Then he went on to say, Lately, putting you on a pedestal just hasn’t seemed like enough. I’ve been wanting to just grovel at that ass of yours. When you farted, it blew my mind. I don’t know, I was just overcome with a desire to be your slave. I wanted to suck that gas out of you. And swallow it. I’m getting excited just talking about it!

He wasn’t the only one. Like ying and yang, it appeared that his desires and mine meshed perfectly. At least they did then. But he awakened something new in me. Something neither he nor I could really control.

So what happened next?

Well, he asked me again if I liked it. So the real question is, he said, did you like it? Do you want to do it again? Is it OK if I worship you sometimes? Do you mind being a little arrogant about it?

I laughed and responded sarcastically, I could learn to like it… Still it seemed almost too mean, though. You really like it when I fart in your mouth? I asked, my nose wrinkling up into a yuck expression. You know, it was wonderfully exciting but so strange and new to me.

Then he said something that I thought was the strangest thing.

Yeah, what?

It must be great to be your toilet.

’It must be great to be your toilet’??

Yeah. It seemed like such a peculiar thing to say; I couldn’t imagine how such a thing would be possible, or what it could mean. I didn’t know what to make of it, and I felt some embarrassment and confusion return. Great?!?, I said through nervous laughter, what do you mean?

Well, your toilet gets everything your body can give. It gets to see your sweet pussy and ass and swallow everything you have.

So do YOU want to be my toilet? I asked uncertainly, with just a hint of what has become my trademark smirk and sweet sarcasm.

He simply responded Yes. It blew my mind! But in a good way.

That’s an incredible story. Did things progress beyond the farting and ass-licking?

You wouldn’t believe… Over the next few months, we began to experiment with different scatological things. Things become progressively more degrading for him, and my arrogance toward him also grew. It took forever to relax enough to be able to satisfy his desire for me to piss on him. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I finally did it. He was lying down in the bathtub at his Mom’s house. His mom was actually in the next room, and we had snuck in the bathroom. She thought we were downstairs in the family room. We had been talking about this for weeks now, and there he lay, looking up at me with hope in his eyes. I just had to go so bad, I couldn’t hold it even if I wanted to.

He had told me to piss on his chest, but I aimed for his face. He began sputtering but he was afraid to say anything too loudly because of his mom. I began whispering down commands at him to open his mouth. I want to piss in your mouth. You wouldn’t deny a pretty girl that privilege, would you? I had discovered that he was essentially a slave to my prettiness. All I had to do was bring it up, and he would do whatever I wanted.

He dutifully opened his mouth and let me piss in it. I had to go badly so it lasted a long time. I think you should swallow it. That would make me happy, I said. And I laughed at the thought that that was only criteria necessary to make this poor bastard drink my piss. His face was drenched with my piss when I sat on his face and let him suck my pussy until I came.

It was great, and it pushed me to a brand new threshold.

Tell us about it…

Well, I guess it really was unfair of me, but I couldn’t help totally losing respect for him. So even though we wouldn’t break up for some time after that, the fact is I really didn’t see him as a boyfriend anymore. This sounds horrible, but he became something to abuse. He really was my personal human toilet as far as I was concerned. And that’s how I found out a fundamental truth about myself.

Like most people, I have a good side and a bad side. I call my bad side my evil side, ’cause it really is evil. I can be quite cruel and unjust, and that side of me really enjoys humiliating someone else. Hurting them, really, on an emotional level. I really get off on making someone else feel as bad as I can. And unfortunately for my first boyfriend, he drew this side of me out in full force.

I get the feeling being a dominatrix is not just role-playing for you…

You’re absolutely right. This might sound funny, but I have a lot of pride, and I wouldn’t – couldn’t – submit to someone else. I honestly can’t even imagine why anyone would. It’s a matter of respect. To me, the simple act of willingly putting your lips to someone else’s ass says to that person that you are inherently inferior to them. And you are inviting them to take advantage of your inferiority. In my book, if you kiss someone’s ass, it becomes their given privelege to do anything that they want to you.

A lot of dominants or tops, both male and female, occasionally swing over to the submissive or bottom side – and the line between top and bottom blurs. Dominants like that can relate to the bottoms’ desires and experiences, because they have had some of them themselves. I guess there are advantages to that, since you can understand the sub side and play the role just right, but to me, that makes the whole scene a game. It becomes mere role-playing.

I’m not about all of that. I have absolutely none of that in me. I love bathroom play, but the dominance and submission is not just play for me. It’s very serious. When a slave drops to his knees for me and lets me piss on his face or in his mouth, well, I think that’s incredibly degrading in reality — not just fantasy. That’s why I LOVE it. I’m not acting in a role of degrading them, I really am degrading them. I honestly disrespect slaves, and I love pissing down their throats. My evil side genuinely wants to inflict emotional pain on them. There is no acting going on.

It cracks me up when a slave wants to lay down the rules as to what I can or can’t do, or what their fantasy is or, please, wants to give me a safe word. Fuck that. If a slave comes to me for a session, then he must sign away all rights with the understanding that while there will be no physical harm done to him, the session is totally about my desires, not his. I can do whatever I want, and he has to do whatever I want no matter what. He has no recourse. My particular brand of dominance is usually not physically threatening, but it can destroy some people emotionally. Everything I do is intended to insult and degrade personally, and I want my slaves to take it that way. When you’re my slave, I want to hurt you. That’s my fantasy, and it always comes true.

So how did things end with your first boyfriend?

Badly, I guess. For him, anyway. For me, it was an important part of my development, my path to finding out who I really am. Naturally, after farting and pissing in his mouth, there was only one area left to explore. But it was the dirtiest thing. I’d often thought about it when I was coming in his mouth, but taking that step in reality is not easy to do for the first time. It’s much harder to do than losing your virginity in my opinion.

It’s funny because at each new phase in our burgeoning dom/sub relationship, I would fantasize about the various degradations I could possibly do to him for a long time before I could bring myself to actually do them. This one especially. The funny part was though, that once I did finally decide to actually do something, I always took it to the fullest degree. Like making him drink my piss, when all he had asked for was to be pissed on.

So one day, I told him I had to take a piss, which is all I ever had to say at that point, and he followed to the bathroom. It was at his house again. This time I hiked up my skirt and sat on the john. Then I told him to kneel down and lick my pussy. I love that feeling, and watching him kneel down between my legs while I was on the toilet, knowing I was going to piss on him and make him drink it… …well let’s just say it made me really hot.

Then I started to feel like I had to fart, so I lifted up one leg very high. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression, and I looked down at him and just said Gotta fart. He immediately put his mouth over my asshole. But it wasn’t coming out. I relaxed a little more and that released my bladder, spraying piss all over his face. I told him with a laugh to kiss my ass when I piss on your face! I was real indignant like I was insulted that he would fail to kiss my ass when I pissed on him. That was a lot of fun.

As I pissed on him and felt him kissing my asshole though, I realized I didn’t merely have to fart. I decided not to say anything, and just held it in until I was finished pissing. Then I said, I’m ready to fart in your mouth now. He immediately opened his mouth and covered my puckering asshole.

And I began to shit. It was extremely soft, and came out very quickly right into his mouth. He pulled away in surprise, and in one of the rare moments that I have ever used physical coercion, I pushed his face back down into my ass while I was shitting. God, it was the greatest thing ever. I forced him to wear, eat, and swallow shit and it felt great. I loved shitting on him. It stunk to high heaven, and that just made it more intense, knowing it was going in his mouth and filling his body. I loved telling him to eat my shit. When I was done, I made him lick my ass, and I jerked off until I came on his face.

I’d never seen him look more ashamed, with brown smears all over his lips and nose, and the stench of my shit coming off his face. I couldn’t even imagine how he could stomach a mouthful of that shit, and he had swallowed! I think he felt too degraded to even come, in spite of his raging hard-on, but I had stopped caring.

Sometime later that school year, I lost track of how many times he ate shit and made me come doing it. It was a magical time for me. At the end of the year he graduated and then he took a summer job. I had begun wanting to date other guys, but it was great having him around to shit on, so I didn’t tell him. I just began dating other guys behind his back. Let me tell you, at first it was a guilty pleasure, but I loved it when he would lick out my pussy after I’d just fucked another guy. But after a while I got comfortable with that too, and I used to encourage him to lick me whenever I had another guys’ come in me.

I guess the worst thing I did (man, was I a bitch to this guy!) was seducing his best friend at his house. This guy, whom I’ll call Jack, and I were waiting for him to come back from the video store, we were going to hang out and watch horror flicks. Just to see if I could do it, I talked my way into Jack’s pants. It turned out not to be much of a challenge. After a very brief seduction, I just started to suck Jack’s dick. Everybody at school knew my boyfriend worshipped the ground I walked on, but guys are such pigs, I knew Jack couldn’t resist having me. He kept asking to fuck me, and I finally agreed, but I insist he take me up the ass. (Naturally, I made him lick my ass first – to lubricate me – yeah, right.) He couldn’t have lasted a full minute. I never knew a guy could come so much. Afterward, he quickly left. I guess, it’s hard to face your best friend after just fucking his girlfriend up the ass. [Laughs.]

Anyway, when my boyfriend walked through the door, I was on his Mom’s sofa. I was still quite hot (Jack sure as hell didn’t satisfy me!). So I spread my legs, and I told him to lick my pussy until I came. He knelt down and yanked off my shorts, and started kissing and licking my clit. He was quite good at that, but frankly even if he was lousy I would have come almost immediately. After I did, I flipped over and told him to lick my ass and thank me for coming in his mouth. Well, as you might guess, all that come Jack had shot up my ass was already starting to leak out of my ass, but my boyfriend licked it up anyway. He reacted kind of funny like he might have known what it was, but he licked it up without comment.

Then I told him I wanted to sit on his face, which was my latest thing. I liked the feeling of dominance, sitting on someone like they’re a chair, or a toilet. After he readily lay down on the living room floor, I sat my ass squarely down on his face, and the anilingus continued. He knew why I wanted him in that position, and so he wasn’t too surprised when I began to shit in his mouth. What probably did surprise him was the copious quantity of come that was now coming out of my ass just ahead of a thick log of steaming shit, which he knew he was expected to eat. When I looked back over my shoulder at him to see his reaction, I could tell by the way his eyes bulged that he knew now for sure what he was tasting in addition to my shit.

But in that position, there wasn’t much he could do but eat my shit – and his best friend’s come out of my ass – while I came again! I could tell by the way he squirmed that he did it under protest, but he did it anyway, didn’t he. [Laughs.] When I finished shitting on him, I rolled off, and finally freed, he screamed at me, Did you fuck Jack?!?!

I just responded as sweetly as I could, I guess now’s a bad time to tell you I want to start dating other guys? Could you lick my ass clean, please? It’s kinda sticky… and then I began to laugh.

DID YOU FUCK JACK?!?!? he screamed again. I’d never seem him so pissed off, and for a moment I thought I’d lost my total control of him. I also realized that I really didn’t care, and I knew it was over.

Lick my ass clean, and I’ll tell you all about it… I said with a smirk. I really didn’t think I’d get away with this, but even if I didn’t, I knew it didn’t matter. To my great amazement and amusement, he began licking my ass! What a fucking slave, I thought! It made me feel so good being rude to him that I started to tell him everything that happened, not just then but for the last several months. I told him about all the other guys, and I described in painful detail every thing Jack and I had just done. I was very graphic, and painted lots of dirty mental images for him. …and I just want to say thanks for sucking his come out of my ass when you ate my shit.

Wow, how does a guy recover from something like that?

Well, that’s just how bad it had gotten, and that’s why I broke up with him. He took it very hard though, and even after everything I had done to him, he didn’t want to break up. Looking back on it, I would never have broken up with him that way if I were more mature. But I was just discovering my evil side, and at the time I was just really getting off on the pure pleasure of hurting him, even as he worshipped me at my feet. Or ass, I guess. [Laughs.]

I was really bad, too, when he went to college that fall. I would encourage him to come home every weekend – even though I had a new boyfriend by then. We would meet and I would abuse him. Make him my toilet and tell him about fucking my new boy friend. I loved looking down at his open mouth and watching myself piss in it. Sometimes he would even cry, but I have to confess that just made it better for me. I used to try to get him to let me shit on him, but he balked when it came to that.

I have a particular mental image from the last time we were together that I’ll never forget. He had just gotten a new girlfriend and I hadn’t seen him in months, but I had told him to come over to my house anyway. We got to talking and flirting, and the next thing I know he’s licking my pussy like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. After I came in his mouth, he begged me with tears in his eyes to take him back as a boyfriend. I just pushed him away, and turned around on all fours on my bed. I said you just can’t get enough of my sweet ass, can you? You want to kiss my asshole right now, don’t you? You want to taste it don’t you? If you kiss my ass really sweetly, and let me shit on you, maybe we can get back together…

The image I remember is seeing my shit in and around his mouth and on his face, and tears streaming down his face as I told him I wouldn’t go back with him. The sad truth is I loved it. I just laughed and kicked him out of my house. I had destroyed him and years later, I still don’t think he’s managed a serious relationship. It taught me a very important lesson though. Because there is no acting for me when I humiliate someone, I decided I could not do it anymore in a personal relationship. That’s why I became a pro. I never got into the whole humiliation thing again with a boyfriend. I don’t want any of the ties or responsibilities that come with being someone’s significant other, when all I’m interested in is trying to inflict emotional humiliation on them. As a pro, I make it clear that I have my slaves strictly for realizing my rudest fantasies, and I hold no responsibility for their physical or emotional well-being. They are there to be – quite literally and figuratively – my toilet.

Is the money good? You’re gorgeous. You look like a fashion model, only with a much curvier physique. You must command high fees…

Well thank you! [Smiles.] The money’s nice, since I don’t have to do anything and live very comfortably, but it’s not really about the money for me — as clichŽ as that might sound. For me, it’s just great being able to get away with doing the nastiest things to guys and get paid for it. The money does add a new dimension to the humiliation. I still can’t imagine why anyone would actually let me shit, piss, fart, and whatever else on them, and then pay me such good money for it. It’s a great life being this beautiful and cruel. [Grins.]

You say that your sessions are usually not physically threatening. That implies that sometimes they are…

Well not in the normal leather and whips sense, no. But scatological behavior can be dangerous. I tell my slaves that, but they are still expected to do whatever I say, with the understanding that they assume any risks associated with whatever we do. One time I had a regular slave come over when I was in a particularly cruel mood. I noticed he was a little reluctant to lick my asshole after I farted in his mouth, so I pissed on his face. While I was pissing, I had to shit too, so I shit on the floor. Then I ordered him to lick my shit up off the floor, and he balked at first.

He was very resistant, but I was very insistent. I won and he eventually did it, but he was gagging the whole time. I guess the humiliation was getting to him too, because he was close to tears the whole time, and looked like he might actually be crying when he left. I stopped hearing from him after that, until one day I get a call from him and he starts telling me how he had to go to the hospital a few days after our last session, from hepatitis poisoning. He seemed to imply that I should’ve respected his request not to have to eat my shit, but I just laughed at him and asked him if he wanted to come over because I had to take a shit just then. To tell you the truth it turned me on that my shit sent him to the hospital.

What would you say is the secret to your success as a dominatrix?

Well, it’s got to be that everything’s real. You are genuinely mistreated when you are mistreated by me. That and the fact that [gets up and turns around] I have a fabulous ass. To a slave, they take one look at my ass, and they just melt. They act like nothing but candy comes out of it, and so do I. Maybe you’d like to eat a little candy? I’m feeling a little like I gotta go, and I love nothing better than to have someone else taste it and eat it when I do. Most people think of it as a privilege to eat my shit. Won’t you kneel down and open your mouth for me?

[Interview Ends]