Racism Makes People Horny: Confessions Of A Real Dominatrix

Sometimes they literally bring mommy into it: "I can't be too detailed with this one, but a client walked in on his mother and maid and saw his mom pinned down, and fuses that scene in his past with a wrestling session," Natasha says. "So when we are wrestling, I have to talk about how strong and beautiful I am, how I've defeated his mother, and how she licked my pussy."

Somebody piledriving us into the oblivion while shouting about how our mothers did things to their genitals? That sounds like one of our high school bullying sessions. But change that context just a little bit, and you could wind up with a fetish. It's like every day you roll the dice with your nether bits and hope it doesn't come up diapers.

All sorts of complex emotional struggles can get tangled up with your genitals. As a black dominatrix, Natasha has a unique perspective on the ways race in particular gets sexualized. "I've participated in sessions and have had it somehow turn into me being a slave who got her freedom and wants to take it out on the master, while being reminded of how good I cleaned the Big House. I have sessioned with racist cops, racist babies, racist rapists, racist patients (where I play the doctor). I don't stress it because I physically take it out on them when it's my turn, but I've turned down repeat customers."

Now, Natasha has the power to end a session at any time, but sometimes it catches her off-guard. Man, surprise racism is the worst kind of racism. "[There was a] guy who has a fetish of owning women, and I was submissive in that session. So I'm keeled over his lap and he's asking me whether I'm a cooking slave or a cleaning slave. I was so shocked that I burped," she says. "But he kept spanking me until I answered. I told him I do both, but he didn't like that answer and whipped me some more and told me about the auction he got me from."

So ... you're not allowed to complain about difficult customers at your job anymore.

Whoa, don't check out now. There's a lot more butt stuff incoming. "I can make a client ejaculate through penetration in less than 10 minutes," Natasha proudly proclaims. And nobody becomes an expert colon puncher without a few bumps in the road. "Sometimes men want a police baton (the racist suspect session) or a baseball bat (replay of a hazing he went through), and there will be blood. And poop. I have dealt with sessions of men whom I am convinced eat Taco-Bell-flavored street hot dogs on their way to the dungeon, and I have burnt clothes and showered in bleach."

Luckily, Natasha gets to turn the tables now and again: "Gold showers, ruby showers, brown showers -- daily life. I've pooped on clients and have made them eat it. There's this guy who holds a competition with four or five girls to see who can make him drink the most pee, and he tips the LOSERS $100, so I drank so much water over the course of the hour that it took for him to arrive. It felt like the equivalent of UTI, but I won."

And that's all that matters, isn't it?

"The most nauseating experience was with a customer who wanted sounds done," Natasha remembers. "For those of you who do not know what sounds are, they're long metal rods that are meant to dilate passages." Oh, let's not get clinical now. We're talking about shoving metal rods into a dick-hole.

So: "This guy wanted to have some passages dilated, and wanted to use every single size that came in the set. There are many different types of sounds, and some can be up to a foot long. So once he was prepped and the sounds were lubed, the insertion began. After the second-to-last one came out, we saw the blood. He believed in going hard or going home, so we got to the last one ... so I'm at the last sound -- basically plastic hanger or AAA battery status -- and there's more blood coming out mixed with the lube, and it's making my stomach turn. The part that put me over was pretending to enjoy making him jerk off into his own mouth and watching him eat his blood-infused sploosh. I didn't eat for two days after that."

Holy shit. We, uh ... we may be able to beat that record.

The not-eating thing! Not the sounding thing.

God, no.