[From article]
Located a floor above a nail salon, the secret sex lair has security cameras covering the building’s front door, vestibule, elevator and stairs as well as our suite’s front and back doors. There are no signs, not even a mailbox, indicating what’s inside.
To get an appointment, you need to find the Web site and fill out a “slave application.” “Are you into infantilism?” “Do you consider bruises ‘tokens’?” “Do you live to serve?” It also asks you to create a code name.
If we’re convinced you’re not a cop, you’ll enter a lobby covered in Persian rugs, gilt-framed mirrors and the scent of perfume and incense. You might hear muffled voices coming from behind the lobby doors. Those are the girls — as many as nine at a time — chatting, changing clothes, trying shoes, applying lipstick, watching movies, swapping costumes.
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Even male clients are mostly submissive or “switches.” The few “doms” who do come in are seldom good-looking. And they are always married.
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His first question: “Will you spank me gently and chastise me so that I may beg forgiveness for being unworthy of you?”
Sure, whatever. I cup his chin in my hand and lift his face to mine.
“If you are truly sorry,” I purr, “for being lower than the dirt, for being so pathetic that you cannot pleasure me properly . . . I suppose for once I can be . . . merciful in your correction.”
[. . .]
Some of us only do domination work — we will spank you, use sex toys on you, insult you. There is a girl who keeps her own bamboo canes to beat clients. She’s been a dominatrix here nearly as long as the business has been open — almost two decades — and won’t do submissive work.
http://nypost.com/2015/02/08/inside-new-york-citys-hidden-sm-dungeon/
Inside New York City’s hidden S&M dungeon
By Anonymous
February 8, 2015 | 6:00am
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