From the Vault of Goddess Karen

So, the Goddess is having a day.

I can't find the match to my set of PVC elbow length gloves. The wires to my Rimba tens kit are stripped, preventing me from using it to deliver delightful mini-shocks to my test subjects via those tantalizing control buttons. My fishnet tights are tangled & I need "C" batteries for…well, some light up vibrating toy that brings the Goddess much pleasure in the absence of a partner.

Happy New Year to me.

Let me dwell on brighter times. I forgot to ask Santa for a buttplug 2 inches longer than the one I already possess but that isn't anyone's fault except my own. The holidays can be SO hectic. So yes, brighter times…

There have been a few questions from my readers about my first experience dominating someone. Since it's the first month of the year I find it only fitting that we recount not only that, but other firsts in the Goddess's Life.

First S&M toy purchased: oblong black leather paddle with MISTRESS imbedded in studs across it.

First corset: procured from Purple Passion in NYC. Black, with laces—no zipper, I'm a purist.

First S&M related theft: from former porn star-turned-domina Porsche Lynn's show at the Vault in NYC. I took that bitch's riding crop from a table where she'd carelessly left it, and I'm not sorry.

First love: cat o'nine tails with sueded  strips

Name of the man I first dominated: Marvin. He was from New Jersey.

This brings me to the first domination experience I'd had in Life. Yes, I recall it like it was…well, a long freaking time ago…

I had heard about the Hellfire Club in the meatpacking district of NYC from some friends of mine.  "A goldmine," I was told. "Guys paying you to be chained up to a pole."

Money was one motivator, but power was the major one. I was 22, 23 years old? Couldn't wait to test out my newly discovered proclivities in an accommodating atmosphere. The friends who told me about the club offered to meet me there & metaphorically show me the ropes. Having no fetish gear yet, I donned all-purpose black slacks and a tight blouse with screaming red heels. I arrived on time only to find myself a fresh faced, red heeled duckling in a pond of predators. The air was heavy with anticipation. Every female walking through the door was given the thrice-over by the male patrons. And my friends were nowhere to be found. I was scared witless.

Enter Marvin. He was every bit as solicitous as could be; obviously an old hand at this. I pictured him telling his wife he was running out to buy milk, then stealing some time in an S&M club hoping to get lucky. Lenny, the biker turned proprietor of the Hellfire, sensed my floundering attempt at cool & was kind enough to take me on a tour of the club. Here's the spanking table. Note the cuffs chained to the wall. No doors on the individual playrooms, can't have prostitution going on. Marvin clung to the shadows like an opportunistic spider. I was grateful to Lenny for his protective hand but he could only give me but so much of his time. I was left to my own devices. My pals were late late LATE. I was fodder for Marvin.

He approached me. Fired questions at me about everything, further heightening my unease. At last he mentioned a bag of goodies he stashed in his car & was more than eager to bring in for our 'pleasure'.   Hence the panties he wore under his L.L. Bean khakis. Hence the object of his choice to be beaten with—a plastic paint stirrer with holes in it. Indeed, Marvin was ready.

I bent him over a wooden sawhorse and went to town. Whaled on him for his insolence. For how uncomfortable he made me. For the fact that my friends were late and if I beat him he'd leave me the hell alone. The words that came out of my mouth I didn't think possible. Oh yes. This was when I realized I could get used to this.

"You're good," said a transsexual who looked just like Courtney Love. She'd been observing from a nearby couch, taking a break between scenes. I felt flattered. I also got rid of Marvin, who drove back to Jersey with a sore ass but not my phone number. The Courtney Love doppelganger and I would become fast friends in the days to come.  So the road leading to Marvin yielded something positive.

My pals eventually did show. "I couldn't decide what to wear," the one said. But by then I was well on my way, all by myself. Karen's a big girl now. I wiped the sweat from my brow and officially became the Goddess.

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