I am a sex worker. I have been for a long, long time. And while I’m a Dominatrix now, and have been for many years, I have dipped my toes in pretty much all branches of sex work to see which fit me best. I don’t feel bad about the ones that didn’t work. They just didn’t fit. I have no guilt about accepting money for strange and perverted sexual activities.
I’ve been paid to dress as a super hero. To take my cloths off. To pretend to be their mommy and change their adult size diaper. To take my cloths off again. To dress up as a nun. To dress up as a school teacher. To dress up as a Doctor. To dress up as their boss. To dress in warm scratchy sweaters or slick black vinyl. To wear vintage stockings and heels most women readily admit to not being able walk in.
I have been paid to whip someone till they welted and bled. I’ve been paid to administer enemas. To fuck … pretty most most of the adult male population .. in the butt. To bind them and restrain them.To teach a wife to hurt her husband, safely and properly and with just enough joy as to make him feel that she enjoys it, when realistically, not so much. But she loves him, so she does.
I’ve been paid to walk someone like a dog in a local public park. To make him buy me panties under my watchful eye – and the confused gaze of the sales woman. To buy me other, much more expensive gifts.
I’ve been paid to watch. I’ve been paid to ignore. I’ve been paid to listen.
I have been paid to drink expensive champagne and make out with my girlfriend by someone famous.
I have been paid, more then once to masturbate while they watched. (I was going to do that one anyway. Nice to make a couple extra bucks while at it though!)
Let’s just agree that, I carry very little guilt for being paid.
Until last week.
Last week *large sex toy company who didn’t like this post and asked me to remove link* contacted me about writing a sponsored post. They give me money, and I write about… anything I want to. At this point in my life, this is my dream job. And after all of the things I listed above, this is the one that I feel weird and guilty about being paid for.