Sinful Occupations: Into Whoredom & Back Again

Sinful Occupations: Into Whoredom & Back Again



“...like your manifesto, put it the testo”

(Where is Me Jumper, Sultans of Ping, 1992)



After a most recent personal and social experiment, into what I believed to the be the depths of my worst fears manifest, I must recount the following - for I refuse to be under moral compromise (although many may believe that as a Mistress I am in any case) and anyone’s powers - lest they wish to use my engagements against me. Shocking as it may be I must recount my most recent attempts into whoredom. I am glad to state “attempts” and have never been more happy to have failed at something. My reasons for this confession already laid bare I give you some background and my experiences.

A few years, before I publicly declared my Mistress status, I'd surfed the web browsing many a Mistress site - curious, amused, reticent and at times bewildered at many a proposition, statement, blog, anecdote and frontier into Femme Domination - but always feeling excited and most definitely at home. Through the medium of the WWW, I found that that for myself female domination was accessible, exciting and enriching; after believing myself savvy enough and from my perusals and many an assimilation to other Dommes and their experiences, I outed myself with the Sadie site you see today.

My curiosities into sinful occupations had also seen me sift through escort sites - the glamourisation of this area of sex work (a term I detest and will not use from now on) drilled into me from many a glossy mag, film, tv etc... since my childhood and with particular affect, I believe, throughout my teen years. I had considered this path many a time until my most recent foray. In these considerations it never clicked as did femme domme.

Sinful occupations were not new to me - I had experienced adult phone work at 18 and although I have and still do consider respectable careers, I’d found adult work flexible and not too taxing on one’s stamina or intellect - the latter I felt should be preserved for my studies. The air of sleaze and naughtiness of Sinful Occupations appealing greatly to the rebel within. I’d say I’ve used my talents over the years as well as can be - flitting in and out of fifth: escaping and embracing.

Here I should get to the point, lest my blog becomes a book...

The conditions laid down by most Mistresses in the UK was/is a strict no sex policy - this aspect being one of my personal favourites. On my Ms site I insist that escort sites not be listed. Sexual abstinence and orgasm control is placed on my list of sordid pastimes with reverence and I had prided myself with the fact I could be tributed more than many lady of the night for showing a heel, slapping a face or degrading a sub before me.

Escort sites peaked my interest in the autumn of last year as I slid into disillusionment with my BDSM/Mistress ventures - why? I know not to any full extent - maybe I just wanted to try it? - admitting this to oneself or you the reader is hard but obviously doable. Not long after graduating an aunt had hinted that I would make many a pound to offer my lady garden to city gents and playboys seeking companionship; initially I aired doubt - pressing the fact that many London working girls looked as supermodels, with time on their side and that they would entertain with very personal favours of such intimacy for a rate that was shockingly low. With this knowledge I still went forth.

An agency showed interest and arranged to meet me in front of a posh store after I sent some pictures and details - the following was most demoralising when I met a lady who like someones nan coming from a cleaning job. Giving me the up and down there in the street she asked me “how much per hour? I said I would not do an hour - a two hour minimum at least - sorry darling she said, I am looking for girls with lower rates. With her stood a girl who looked around 19 crying - this was not a good start.



I decided to focus on being independent - joined a site for indy girls - on meeting one in particular reality hit home when she told me would offer personal services for half an hour at 80 pounds - she was beautiful and young - I was again shown an explicit truth about this game - I was also feeling uncomfortable but plugged on.

Failure to be successful as an escort was probably premeditated somewhere near my subconscious waiting with patience to tell me so when required. Reflecting, my website and manner was perhaps too forthright, my stoicism unable to be put away when needed and my confidence too much for most alpha males to handle.

My first, dare I say it, punter (a coiffured 50’s Chelsea type) confessed he had clocked me as Sadie as well as Edeva - “who do you want” I questioned - a tad of both was the answer. “One or the other” was my reply. The soiree resulted in a peg nipple scenario - myself oscilating between being an awful sub - trying somewhat but not well enough. The pinnacle came when he asked me to take his manhood in my mouth and it all ended sadly and badly - “no” I replied (well he did ask) after sniffing some poppers he made an excuse and left. On and up I postulated - wondering where on the learning curve I was positioned.

The second potential soiree ended up with me very (here I admit full liability) stupidly being set up by a guy who was very well spoken and seemed very pleasant - not testing his credentials I arrived,(feeling somewhat dubious as he had claimed he lived at lived London Bridge but it turned out to be Bermondsey) knocked on his door to be greeted by a Chinese family - furious I stormed back my car - I saw a guy across the road blatantly watching me from his window, net held high- suspecting him as the hoaxer I showed him the finger and drove off - this was not the glamour or state of ease I’d expected. Before I’d started on my journey into whoredom the end was looking sooner than expected.

I received many a hoax call after then but was now aware of these time-wasters - I had added to my companion site a name and shame time-waster page - my web slave expressed doubt about it but I found that the Sadie in me could not help herself - she was not taking kindly to oppression and wouldn’t give me rest where I put her in discomfort..

Needless to say the pear kept shaping: the second and last rendezvous was a nice professional chap who also declared that he also knew me as Ms Sadie. As before I gave him a choice - Sadie or Edeva - a bit of both (again) without Edeva’s “full service” resulted in something not unlike a Mistress/Slave session - again no sex but some progress saw that he got to express himself clearly over my shoes - a shoe fetishist in my midst.

Never quitting that easy I had to come around to the notion that I had set myself up to fail with this venture. However I gained experience - it taught me that being a Mistress/dominatrix is my true calling within the scope of sinful occupations - such liberation and sense of control to have a sub in my presence - to be calling the shots is what I do best. I am back comfortably living with assurances of my station and feel somewhat renewed with my passion in bdsm practice.

Cliche as the saying is I would like to quote “we are all prostitutes” with reference in particular to this capitalist existence/ a consumer society, world...- I see it being as one cannot help take part unless inclined to forsake life’s necessities and up and leave to live in a mud hut in Ouagadougou.

To end - I have importantly discovered through my trip to whoredom and back that I do not set myself apart from escorts, as a Mistress, because I believe myself to be a higher being for my learnedness and applications in adult work - dear sisters no! My failure has re-enforced to me that bdsm as a higher practice of sexual activity, is somewhere to turn when some other avenues have been exhausted - that is on both individual and cultural planes and that there should remain as clear as possible a boundary between domination/bdsm and escorting. Sadie now in full fettle has once again got her own way - as ever.



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