DominaSnow
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Joined: 12/16/2004
From: Columbus, Ohio with frequent travels
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It is not in my nature to whine, bitch, or complain. I am often accused of not communicating being sick, stressed, or upset until it is physically evident. So, as you read this, understand that I am not looking for sympathy or consolation. I am offering it here as yet another warning to those of us who want desperately to trust those that put their bodies and minds in our skilled hands. Whether you are a professional, a hardcore lifestyler, or a casual player, people cannot always be taken at face value.
This was my first professional trip to NYC, after more than a year of sincere requests, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I am no stranger to big cities (while Columbus is one of the nation’s largest cities, I’ve also resided in Houston, Atlanta, Baltimore, DC, etc), but I had reservations about the massiveness of NYC, the hustle and bustle, and the demeanor of the average person that I would come into contact with. Much to my surprise, the reception I received was fantastic, from other Dominants and local dungeons, to the insane number of people who politely requested time during my 4 day stay. I stringently limit my session hours, so that I am always in prime condition. Being NYC, I was pretty heavily booked before I even landed. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday were excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed each session, and was genuinely looking forward to a return trip in around 6 weeks. Then there was Wednesday.
My phone is usually ringing off the hook, sometimes for sessions, sometimes for my multimedia business, sometimes for photo shoots, etc. But I had been called more than 11 times over 2 days by one individual (whom we will call “b”) who politely pleaded for me to have time to see him for a session solely consisting of nipple torture and boot worship. I had insisted that I was booked, but he could complete my application and follow up with an email with his availability, and if I had a cancellation, I would contact him. He completed the application, as he said he would, and on Wednesday I had a last minute cancellation. As promised, I called him and arranged for a much later session, since he stated that he was taking the train into the city, which later proved to be a lie, and couldn't make it during that time slot, which meant the session would have to be at my hotel room instead of at the dungeon. I reminded him about the interview, and he begged just for a short session without the half hour interview. I was honestly irritated by the previous cancellation, as I had gone to great lengths to accommodate this individual, and after 4 days of nothing less than stellar treatment by New Yorkers, I just gave in. Mind you, I have *never* waived the interview requirement, and now I am reminded why.
I am not going to go into the gory details of what happened, but the very condensed version is as follows. The person who appeared at my door was greasy, in unkempt clothing, and smelled like something out of the sewer. His polite and respectful attitude immediately disappeared and in less than a minute, he violently pushed me down, got on top of me, and pinned me to the bed. I managed to free one arm, and delivered a left hook to his head, hitting him so hard that he stumbled off the bed. He threatened me numerous times, rummaged through my room for money, and repeatedly stated that he was going to get me arrested. He fled shortly after I managed to get to my room phone and dial the front desk, which smartly called the police because they heard him forcibly remove the phone from my hand and slam down the receiver.
The police arrived, and to add insult to injury, “b” told them I was a hooker that had run a sex for hire ad on a web site that he couldn't remember, and I had viciously attacked him with a butter knife and tried to rob him, barely escaping with his life. So, I spent more than an hour with officers in the lobby, showing them my web site, my travel announcements, and explaining the difference between legal professional Domination and prostitution, which seemed to overwhelm all of them except one police officer, who had been on the job many years and knew exactly what I was talking about. On top of having to defend myself when I had been assaulted, the supervising officer gave me the choice of pressing charges and having both of us arrested (since I wasn't going to lie about clocking him in the head to get him off of me), or allowing him to go home so that "we can forget the whole thing happened." So, the scumbag went home and I got to go back to the scene of the crime. On the way up the elevator back to my room, it hit me. What if I hadn’t been able to defend myself? What if he had a weapon? I could have been raped, injured, maybe killed—all for what?
Most professional Dominants have particular methods in which we do things, and for good reason. I have rather strict standards, because I am a control freak, I am big on compatibility between the Dominant and the submissive/bottom, and to prevent the chance of such incidents. As such, I always need an application and there is a mandatory interview prior to any session, which I've oft been criticized for. So, I broke the cardinal rule of requiring an interview in a location that afforded me safety, before agreeing to a session. I take full responsibility for putting myself at risk and I'll happily take all the criticism that can be mustered for requiring an interview before any sessions. I am thankful that I was not hurt and that all that happened was a grueling episode and a lack of sleep -- but I consider myself lucky. This could have been any of us, and it could have gone tragically. I will take it all in stride, and simply abide by my own rules. No more exceptions.
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