The Lilith Files

Lilith is a Mesopotamian goddess that became a night demon who was believed to harm male children. She was the boss lady off all incubi and succubi. There's much more to her story, but I won't get into it because it's not the real reason for this post. Quite a few of you know about my little stint as a dominatrix. For those of you that don't, about 5 or 6 years ago (I can't remember specific time frames) I trained to become a dominatrix. I was curious about the profession and found a place in Ft. Lauderdale online. Upon Joey's goading I wrote to them to ask about becoming a slave in their dungeon. They wrote back asking me to come in for an informal interview and asked for my pictures. I went in and met with Cassandra, who explained to me the ins and outs of the job and she asked if I would be interested in training as a potential dom. Really?? Cool! Just like porn stars and strippers have stage names, so Mistress Lilith was born.

This place was cool as hell. It had all the fantasy rooms you could possibly imagine, a Catherine Wheel (now you know where the band got the name), doctor's/surgical room, school classroom, cross-dressing room.. it even had a bed for people to sleep there overnight! You would pay an obscene amount of money to sleep in the dungeon with a mistress. The mistress slept on the bed and you slept in a cage underneath her. It would be bolted shut and there would be security there overnight, so it was safe, but it's still a little creepy. They also had what they called "houseboys." Each mistress had their own boy. Houseboys were men who volunteered to be slaves. They took time out of their own schedules to go there on a daily basis and do the mistress' bidding. The one houseboy I worked with was Hillary (who is not his real name, they were all given female names for humiliation). Hillary wasn't mine, he belonged to Cassandra. In exchange for occasional beatings and more humiliation he did whatever he was told. When I say WHATEVER, I mean WHATEVER. Hillary was the one houseboy that was there all the time. He cleaned up, even after "sessions" with other men who sprayed their spunk everywhere. He bought lunch for Cassandra, he picked up her dry cleaning. Anything. I think I need me one of those now!! Hillary was a very sweet, very timid older gentleman (probably about 50ish). When I started I was supposed to train with Hillary, who was very excited at the prospect. Poor Hillary's fantasy was killed when Cassandra met a young boy online (Chris), who we nicknamed Bunny. Bunny came in and ended up becoming my guinea pig. I whipped him, tied him up, clamped his nipples, etc. I was really into the Japanese Rope Bondage, so I practiced that most. Something about tying a man up completely and kind of cutting off the circulation to his nether regions was appealing. Sick, I know. Eventually Bunny and I ended up dating a bit. "Dating" is a strong word, really.. we just played around some.

But, I digress.. I could recount several stories about men paying ($200 for an hour session) for this treatment, but this post will end up being ridiculously long. So, I will give you one story that really stuck to me: There was a man that came in one day, who was a BIG fan of Cassandra's. She had spent the day in the highest stiletto boots I've ever seen and when he saw then he almost wet his pants right there. Apparently he liked "puppy play" and had a foot fetish. Puppy play is exactly what you're thinking. The man liked to be trained and treated like a puppy. She had him crawling around the floor, fetching things with his teeth, and spanking him EVERYWHERE with a plastic whipy-thing. Then, she brings out a bag of fresh fruit. What the fuck are you going to do with fresh fruit, I thought? Well.. she takes off her boots (which at this point must be STANK) and proceeds to smoosh all the fruit with her bare feet. The man is on his hands and knees panting like a real dog and practically drooling! When she finishes smooshing, she puts her toes in the air and he totally licks the fruit off her feet. I was too shocked to want to hurl. Ew!? This is appealing to people?? I don't get it!? I can kind of understand the humiliation, I can even KIND OF enderstand the puppy stuff, but dirty, sweaty, smelly feet? EWWWW. It doesn't end here, though. After all this treatment Cassandra decided that he was such a good boy that she was going to reward him. By urinating on him. Which is apparently not legal, since this isn't a "strip club" and they aren't supposed to see nudity. So, she blindfolds him, takes him into the bathroom (which had a shower), lays him down in the stall and pees on him. Can I say EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW again?? Dirty feet was gross, but urine?? How could that possibly turn you on?

I guess everyone has their fetish and you shouldn't judge, but I just don't get it. I understand (and like) the pain, I can understand (and like) the domination/submission, I cannot understand humiliation or filth. Dirty feet, urine, feces, blood, where does it end? Ew.