Monday, October 22, 2012

How I Became a Dominatrix by Darlene


How I Became a Dominatrix

I certainly didn't plan it.  When I was growing up I studied ballet and ballroom dancing.  As a young adult, I added acting into the mix.  I wanted to play the kinds of parts Ann-Margret did -- the sex kitten. 

But to pay the rent I had to have a "normal" job.  Mine was teaching English as a second language to immigrants.  For a couple of years I was happy doing that, but the sexual side of my personality was being ignored.  I wanted men to drool over me while they watched me dance. 

When I saw an ad for a place that offered private, nude dancing, I was so intrigued by the naughtiness of it, I just had to try it.  I loved the power I felt as I danced around and let my lingerie fall off.  Then one day I overheard the other ladies talking about a place that had chains, whips, and slaves.  I thought it was some kind of bizarre theater, so of course I went to investigate.  It turned out to be a dungeon where clients come in and pay ladies to act out sexual fantasies with them.  (No one really has sex though -- it's just pretend). 

This was perfect for me.  I could finally live out my own fantasy of playing the sex kitten while being paid to play a part in someone else's fantasy!  However, the lady in charge, the Mistress, flat out told me I couldn't work there because I wasn't really in the BDSM scene.  Eventually I was able to convince her to let me try it.  The catch was that since I didn't know anything about the "scene," I had to start as a submissive and let the client dominate me.  That was okay though because he was only allowed to do what I had given him permission to do in a prior interview.  So, you see, I was still in charge. 

I was only a submissive a few months when clients began asking me to dominate them.  The other dominant ladies at the dungeon were very nice and taught me what to do and how to do it.  That was the beginning of what lasted 18 years and included over 5000 sessions.  All the while I was teaching in a public school, and the two worlds never collided...     

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Playing Darlene: The True Double Life of a Public School Teacher & Professional Dominatrix
By Darlene

Genre:  Autobiography/Memoir/ Erotica
Publisher:  Chances Press, LLC

ISBN:  978-0988230200
ASIN:  B0094JN1R2

Number of pages:  114
Word Count: 23,000

Cover Artist:  Geronimo Quitoriano


Book Description:

In this eye-opening true story, one woman recounts the double life she led working in two very different professions…one revered and the other reviled. Darlene spent over twenty years being thought of as a well-mannered teacher in a Southern California public school district, but her colleagues and students would have never imagined that for eighteen of those years she also worked as a professional dominatrix in a dungeon. “

Playing Darlene” lets the reader take a peek into the mysterious lives of professionals in the sex industry and some of the jaw-dropping encounters she had with the thousands of clients whose fantasies she helped come true. With everything from roleplaying a shopaholic wife being spanked by her husband to wrapping up a muscular cross-dressing client in plastic and watching him wiggle, Darlene helped men realize their most secret desires…while she wasn’t grading school papers on her breaks.

Darlene's true stories of balancing her two different personas are frequently shocking, at times hilarious, and occasionally touching, but at the heart of the story is a woman on a personal journey not only to reconcile with her past, but also to discover the full potential of her own sexuality.


Excerpt Playing Darlene

Then one fateful day -- someone mentioned slaves, whips, chains, and dungeons.  That sounded like some kind of theater (oh, good--acting again), and I wanted to know more about it.  I heard the word "Castle", but that was it.  The conversation was interrupted, and I didn't know where it was.

I went home that night and went through the phone book.  There must have been dozens of businesses starting with the word "Castle".  The Castle Liquor Store, The Castle Nursery School, and even The Castle Laundromat.  I started calling.  And calling.  I was on a mission.  "Is this the place with the whips and chains?" I'd say over and over again.  "Sorry, lady, you've got the wrong number" was the usual response.

Finally, this place had to be in the phone book.

And it was.  Finally a guy on the other end of the phone said in a slow drawl, "Yeah, we got that."  

I went right over.


When I got there, I was pissed about what I saw.  The slow guy must have given me the wrong address.  There was no business there.  There was just an old house.  I was in a business district on a well-traveled street in Hollywood, but this old house was nothing.  It didn't say anything on the building.  It couldn't be a theater.

I parked anyhow and started walking around.  Maybe I could ask someone.  The place I was looking for was probably nearby.  There were no people around to ask.  I had to try something.  I went to the door of the old house and knocked.  Nothing.  I decided to try the door, and it was unlocked.  Who leaves a door unlocked in this town?  I opened it and inside there was just a stairway.  Still no people.

But I heard a voice.  The voice of the guy with the slow drawl.  Of course, I went up the stairs.  There was the guy, sitting behind a desk and talking on the phone.  He looked like an extra from an old episode of Gunsmoke:  unshaven, clothes that looked as if they'd been slept in, and crooked, filthy teeth -- what was left of them anyhow.  Behind him on the wall there was a lot of what seemed to be equipment, but I didn't recognize anything except a pair of handcuffs.  He gave me a blank stare.

"Can I help you?"

"I called a little while ago.  You gave me the address, but I don't see...I mean I thought this was a kind of theater.  What do you do here?  I've done acting.  What would I have to know to work here?"

"You got to talk to my mistress."


About the Author:

Darlene was born in Hollywood, California, and grew up in Pasadena, a quiet suburb near Los Angeles. She received a BA in German from California State University, Los Angeles. For several years she worked in television and film. Credits include General Hospital, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and the female lead in the film Monstrosity in which she played a spaced-out punk rocker. She even photo-doubled for Christian Bale in Empire of the Sun and Corey Feldman in Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (when they were 14 and 12 respec- tively). For the past 20 years, she has been a public school teacher in Los Angeles County. She currently lives in the San Fernando Valley, where she can be found indulging in her favorite hobby, ballroom and country-western dancing. Her next book is scheduled to be released in early 2013.

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