Professional Domination in L.A.

Date: 3 Jun 1995 14:09:40 -0400

I'd always had a passing interest in bondage, so the last time I was in L.A., I decided to try one of the professional Dom houses. (This was about two years ago, so some info may no longer be accurate.)

I found a few ads in the L.A. Express, and decided to call Club Chateau, having heard good things about it through the grapevine. The woman who answered the phone was very friendly, and helpful, and, actually, was the reason I decided to pay them a visit. She described what they offered, (fantasy S/M;D/S;B/D sessions and stressed: 1) they were legally licensed to do this (good, I wouldn't have to worry about being busted) and 2) there was no sex involved. Oh, well; still might be a fun experience. I also chose Club Chateau, over a "free-lancer" because this way, I could be assured of not being "ripped off" while in a "vulnerable" position.

She gave me directions and said I could make an appointment if I knew of a specific girl. I decided to be just a "walk-in" since I didn't know anyone.

The next day I showed up at the given address and was greeted by an older gentleman sitting at a desk just inside the door.

He: "What can I do for you?"
Me: "I'd like to arrange a session."
He: "Dominant or submissive?"
Since I was new at this, I decided:
Me: "Submissive."

He punched the intercom, and summoned Mistress Laura. She was about 6'2", Blonde, Pretty. I would like to have been offered a choice of Dominatrix, (and perhaps could have, if I'd asked) but decided to just go with the flow, this time.

She was very friendly and took me to one of the Dungeons and we chatted for a while about what specifically interested me and she listened carefully and asked me several questions. She quoted me these prices: 30 minutes for $70; 45 minutes for $91; and an hour for $110. (Again, this was a few years ago, so prices may have gone up.)

She also pointed out that tipping was allowed but not required, even though, "some girls might tell you it is required." This was a nice way of letting me know I could tip her, with her outright asking for one.

I opted for an hour, and she told me to get undressed and she'd come right back. I undressed and looked around the dungeon. It was lit with soft, red neon. There was a rack, various ropes and riding crops on the wall, a torture chair and even a saddle.
One wall had a full-length mirror.

She came back with an armload of towels and asked if the temperature was okay. I said I was comfortable. She then gave me a "safe word" to say in case we "got into something too heavy." She would stop whatever she was doing if I said the word.

She had me lie on a table which she proceeded to tie me to. She also blindfolded me and applied some kind of cock and ball torture (I couldn't actually see it.) I had stressed that I wasn't too into pain, so she took it easy with me; tickling me, teasing me with her long fingernails.

Next she put my hands in leather cuffs and tied them to the rack, so I was standing up, with my hands tied over my head. She took the blindfold off, so I could see myself standing in front of the mirror. She started to paddle me with increasing intensity. After a while, it got to be too much, so I said the saferword and she stopped. She chided me playfully, "Oooh, and that was light too."

Next she had me lie down and tied my legs at one end, and my hands over my head at the other. She reapplied the blindfold and added a gag, too. The sensory deprivation really was an incredible experience. She continued to tease me. It really was very delicious foreplay.

(One complaint: at some point here, I think she snuck a smoke on a cigarette. I don't know for sure because I was blindfolded and she was at least considerate enough to keep the smoke away from me.)

Finally, she had me kneel (still blindfolded and gagged.) She kept one hand tied behind my back and handcuffed my right hand to my (still hard) cock and balls. I discovered she had put some kind of lubricant on my cock and she instructed me to rub it. "Oh," I thought, "this is how they let the clients get off." (I understand at some NYC houses, the Dominatrix actually uses a vibrator to get you off, since that's still legally just shy of "sexual contact."

She said I should keep doing this, but that I couldn't come until she "gave permission." This was tough, since I'd been hard for nearly an hour now, but she didn't make me wait too long. I had a VERY powerful orgasm.

She took the blindfold off and I was that I'd come on one of the towels she had spread out in front of me.

She released me and let me get dressed as she packed up her "toys." I paid at the desk out front and gave her a $20 tip. (Since I had budgeted to spend much more than they were asking.)