Sugar was happy. She liked her job with American Airlines, loved living in Trastevere, and her side business was starting to flourish. As a youngster growing up in the projects, she had to fend off males daily. She grew weary of being referred to as “bitch” and laughed when she thought of the big to-do about the Nexim cult. In the projects, the males thought they owned the women. Slavery didn’t just exist in the South.
In the 7 TH grade, one of the gang leaders in her neighborhood told her she was his property from that day forward. When she said, get lost, he cut her arm with a butterfly knife. The next day she and a girlfriend took a train into Boston, and she bought itching powder. When Jerel came around, she said, “Come here, baby. I got something for you.”
Jerel smiled, slid over next to hear in anticipation. He knew the bitch would come around. She unbuckled his belt, reached inside his trousers, and dumped half a bottle of Boston’s best itching powder. Jerel screamed, but he was unable to organize himself due to intense burning and itching.
Two nights later, Jerel and a homie showed up at Sugar’s home and yelled for her to come out. Jerel would lose face to no girl, and he was prepared to teach her a lesson. To his surprise, her father came to the porch carrying a sawed-off shotgun. He said,
Here’s the deal, boy. I have lived my life, and I an’t afraid of prison. If you mess with my daughter again, I will blow off your right leg. Do it another time, and I will take the other leg.
Usually, Jerel shrugged off the empty threats of adults, but there was something in this man’s eyes that frightened Jerel and suggested to him that he should go home. That was the last time he bothered Sugar.
The projects and then college had prepared Sugar for Dominatrix work. She was professional in her approach, and her boundaries were clear.
cash up front
no contact outside the “office.”
no drugs or alcohol
90 minutes per session unless otherwise arranged
Sugar respected her clients and their desires. She was skilled at giving pleasure while holding to the boundary agreements she and her client had made. If anyone became unruly, she eliminated them from her caseload. Clients mostly came from referrals and were vetted before she agreed to work with them. For her protection, she kept a Biretta in the desk drawer. She had two men in her building she could call on if need be.
She wasn’t surprised when her new client from the state department called. He was handsome, had money, and was motivated. Little did she know the can of worms she was opening.
( to be continued)
Oh! Oh! What’s in store for Sugar with the State Department guy?