Mistress Rain

Dispelling Rumors

Chapter Two Dispelling Rumors

Let me start off by dispelling the rumors about Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. The media, acting just like the nosey next-door neighbor, has painted an image of people such as myself who participate in the b**m lifestyle as axe wielding, blood thirsty psychopaths. The popular narrative is that our leather clad bodies are often dripping in the blood that spurts from our victims wounds after we have ripped their bodies apart as they lay helplessly chained to a medieval rack. This couldn’t be further from the truth but this image is kept alive by the media, in horror movies and in books of fiction.

Yes, there is the occasional person who is involved in this lifestyle for nefarious reasons. He or she may have a few skeletons in their closet as well as their back yard but I can assure you that they are the exception rather than the rule.

Me for instance. If you were to meet me on the street you would think I was a librarian or a school teacher. My days of being a prick tease ceased when I graduated from college to pursue a career in psychology. My tastes have matured. While I do still love being the center of attention and get a huge power trip from having control over a man or a woman I have become more selective when it comes to selecting a partner. You would have no idea that I had an extensive leather wardrobe that occupies an entire walk in closet. Nor would you know that I have two personal male servants who tend to my every need. Aside from an abundant wealth when it comes to my bra size I believe I look very inconspicuous and unassuming.

There is a method to my madness. Keeping prying eyes and curiosities at bay keeps my lifestyle and profession hidden. This helps keep the puritanical, moralistic and torch bearing mobs quiet. One of my next-door neighbors inadvertently taught me that keeping a low profile is a must. This happened during the early years of me becoming a professional dominatrix when one of my nosey compadres figured out what I did for a living and confronted me about it. I will go into more detail about him in a later chapter. You see! I am a tease.

The bottom line, is that the people who either casually play around with b**m or live it 24/7/365 are decent hard-working people with families, careers and traditional dreams just like any other person on the globe. They get up, go to work, each lunch, come home and if their partner is in the mood someone is going to get the spanking of their life. When their fun is over they go on with their evening just like the rest of us. They aren’t hiding a butcher knife under the pillow just waiting for their significant other to fall asleep so they can slit their throats.

It’s also impossible to guess who the individuals are who are into this scene just by looking at them. One of my clients was convinced that every woman that wore fashionable knee-high leather boots with a spike heel was a dominatrix. Most woman who dress in a way that a man interprets as exotic or kinky are not dressing to be kinky or to capture the attention of a man. They do it because they like the look, they like the fashion designer or it’s what they are comfortable wearing. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it has nothing to do with kink or trying to lure a submissive male into their lair. Another client was convinced that every young college girl who dressed in Gothic attire was also a Satan worshipping dominatrix. Most of the general public carries the same perception. Contrary to popular belief these young ladies dress that way not to broadcast their sexuality but rather they are making a social statement by being the antithesis to puritanical and conservative society we live in.

The one to watch out for is the little old lady next door. The one who quietly walks her Shih Tzu every night between six and seven. She claims that Thursday evenings is her bingo night with the girls. Always giving you a smile and a wave as she drives past you while working in the yard. You see her up at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning to teach bible study at your local God-fearing church. Despite her pristine grandmotherly appearance, underneath her loose fitting, pink ankle-length dresses she’s more than likely wearing a red leather garter belt, tightly laced leather corset with matching leather bra.