Beyond the ordinary, that's me.

Introduction: My Biography

Under the Power of Me

From Chat Girl to Escort/Dominatrix

The start of my journey, shaped by my unique experiences and encounters. It all started when I worked with the Army and the RAF. After many varied experiences that introduced me to a world that eventually led me to a career in the adult industry. It all began when I took up a job as a chat girl. This role let me explore human sexuality. I connected with people from different backgrounds.

   My first step into the industry was becoming an escort. Later, I became an extreme dominatrix. This work taught me a lot about human desire and the psychology of intimacy.

I am who I am because of my work and the choices I’ve made. My desire for control and empowerment has shaped these decisions. And what did I really do for a living? I have spent years learning about human sexuality. I push boundaries and explore desire. My work centers on intimacy and connection. I understand what drives people, especially men. They often seek specific experiences.

Why, some of you may be asking, do I find this work so captivating? I find power dynamics in relationships really interesting. I love figuring out what drives a guy. Then, I use that knowledge to create an unforgettable experience. I suppose that’s my kink—an obsession that pushes me to explore the edges of their erotic fantasies. It has helped me understand what truly excites the male population.

So, share my world of eroticism and be consumed by the power of me and let me rock your world like you never imagined possible.

 Excerpt:

I must confess that from the outset I very much enjoyed doing the things I’ve done. I know people believe we escorts do this due to addiction, to make others rich, or because we’re forced into it. Many girls face these unfortunate situations. But I am in it only to survive in this world, in complete solitude. No family or partner to rely upon, just me doing it for myself, and I call all the shots. For me, this is far more important. I guess my more dominant side was coming into play.

From a young age, I took the lead. In my early dating days, I liked shy guys. I frequently turned away from those who initiated contact with excessive force. I never imagined becoming an escort. I didn't think I was suited for it. But the response to my pictures on an adult website really surprised me. You see, I have always been a fat lass with tree trunks for legs and head-crushing thighs. For some, that is exactly to their taste. Thankfully, each to their own wants and desires!

Don’t get me wrong; even though I never saw myself as escort material, I’ve never been short of a boyfriend or two. I have married three times, and I still own a collection of engagement rings.

Well, when he got out of his car, he looked nothing like he sounded. In fact, I thought to myself, “God, if I met him in the daylight, I’d have crossed the street to avoid walking past him!” He was pasty skinned – obviously not too much sunshine in his life – slightly hunched, tattooed, and had several face and ear piercings.

A thought flashed through my brain, making me slightly sick to my stomach. What the fuck have I done? Too late to back out, he was already coming in the door.

Trying my best to not show he was my first, I faced the stranger sitting quietly on my sofa and calmly as I could muster, asked him, “So, what are you wanting?”

To which he replied, getting straight to the point, “I want to fuck you.”

Composing myself, I walked past him and gestured towards my bedroom as he followed behind me. We both undressed and climbed onto the bed, and he did indeed fuck me. It was quite normal, just straightforward fucking. One thing for sure he did not come to talk.

Finally, he did speak and asked if I did anal. I faltered and stuttered my reply, then breathed a sigh of relief when I heard him say that it didn’t matter. After about half an hour he climbed off the bed, stood beside me, and started wanking until he came over my thigh. After which he settled-up, thanked me, dressed, and left.

That was it. I had seen my first client and, to be honest, he and the meeting was not as bad as I anticipated. I mean, come on, we’ve all had one-nighters with a stranger. Anyway, I had survived yet again.

I lay in my bed that night, thinking if I could face him, I could face pretty much anything. He was certainly no charmer, and he was definitely a no harmer, either. Happy days!!