I have been working privately now for 2 years. The first year was quite rocky while I was getting my studio space set up. My first domestic slave I met though Salon Kittys own Head Mistress Amanda. I needed someone to help me with all the cleaning, building, moving, driving & decision making I had to do. This turned out to be a longer process than expected. I was so lucky that Mistress Amanda recommended her old domestic slave KC to me. He came with glowing references! I had never had a full time domestic slave before as this requires a premises which  I had never had. Salon Kittys wasn’t my house and when I left at the end of the day I left my relationships with all my clients at its door. KC was a great help. We would meet for lunch and discuss my vision, my dream, my massive, gigantic mammoth task that I had chosen to undertake alone and KC would make sense of it all, pick all my ideas to bits and problem solve his heart out. At that stage I had a giant shed that I had bought and hoped to turn into something a tad more luxurious.  The council approval documents took forever to go ahead and so in this time I bought some blue gymnastics mats off a friend and The Hurt Collective was born. I was all of a sudden the owner of a mixed wrestling club… not at all what I had planned for myself growing up but in true Aquarian fashion I ran with it. It was 6 months before the approval was given to build the mezzanine level in my giant shed. In this time I was able to do wrestling sessions there but all BDSM jobs had to be done as outcalls or at a neighbouring dungeon.  KC would drive me around the city, wait for my booking to end, then drive me home. He never asked for anything more than just the pleasure to serve me and this I really liked. We had the privilege of time on our side, something you don’t get as a Pro Domme when clients are paying by the hour.  My Uncle actually did all the building works at my studio and KC and him became fast friends. He knew that KC was my slave, the whole family knew. Now if that doesn’t reach out to the 24/7 slaves fancy then I don’t know what would. KC is used  to train my apprentice Mistresses on. He has been bound, paddled, caned, tortured, cross dressed and penetrated all in the name of education. We often have lunch together and his companionship is much appreciated. He makes quite a sexy french maid too.

I have been out of the closet since 20 years old when I explained to my mother that I was starting an apprenticeship. You can be certain she was hoping I was going to say “hairdresser” however never flinched when I mentioned I was to be a Dominatrix. Actually it has dawned on me recently that as a teenager I used to be friends with Madame Lash’s son. I wanted badly to be a writer (poet to be more specific!) and I used to visit her home in Palm Beach where we would write poetry while she painted. Perhaps this early intervention had something to do with my openness for BDSM and alternative lifestyles? She drove around in a hearse with the number plate “Stiffy” and owned a church on Cleveland St Surry Hills (The Kirk) where she used to hold debaucherous gay &  BDSM parties back in the day.

I digress. My second personal slave is a client with whom I met on the last day of Salon Kittys. Mr Leotard features heavily on my other website thehurtcollective.com.au and has become an invaluable possession to me. Ours is a much more physical relationship and we often go out together, spend nights together and he generally bears the role of being my on call bitch. I get him in on public humiliation sessions and forced Bi sessions and he always performs. I use him a lot to train my apprentice session wrestlers and he’s like a pig in shit being tossed around by gorgeous muscle goddesses as instructed by me.  There are no complaints ever. He is into wrestling but accepts that he will be tortured, bound and used as a toilet under my command. All these things he does happily and with great enthusiasm. The only thing that disappoints me is that I don’t know how to use a cutthroat razor otherwise I would tie him up, gag him and make him watch as I shave his genitals with my deadly weapon. I need to up-skill obviously.

In saying all of this lately I have been privy to some extremely shifty men wanting to be house boys. I just got rid of my Sri Lankan shit eater who was so submissive I kept him on through his incompetence merely for the fact that he knew how to behave. Now he ate shit for me. That is a real submissive. I’ve had regulars I’ve invited to help train the apprentices trying to get a free session by suggesting slutty things they could do to them for their training. Mistake number 1. How is that submissive in any way? Are you not content to have been invited into our house in the first place? Please don’t bring your petty fantasies along when you have been invited as a guest. A true submissive lives for what his Mistress desires from him. I know because I have been submissive also in the true sense. Today I opened up my house to trial a new domestic slave who had convinced me he used to be a house slave at Salon Kittys and that I would recognise him when I saw him. To weed out the time wasters I always get first time domestic slaves to pay for a trial session so I can decide if they are wanted or not. He messaged me thirty minutes before the session was about to start to tell me he didn’t have the money and can he pay me next week. I have never met this person in my life, the are purporting to be a slave and asking me to do them a favour on the first meeting?  I understand sometimes that the power exchange between a pro Domme and a paying submissive can be tricky to navigate however I have done it many times and I’m hoping this article will help other to understand that real 24/7 sexual slavery can be accomplished if you have the right attitude and some common decency.

True submissives need only apply.