Author: Mary Jane

My first customer who ever booked me was very honest with me from the beginning (almost which we will get to in a bit) and I was very happy with that. He explained to me as he was 6 when he was raped by his cross-dressing uncle. Since then it has been branded in his brain and he only somehow gets the full enjoyment of pleasure by going through the scenario again and again (where I came into play). He wanted the women to put on a gigantic strap on in shiny bright color latex suits and while he was tied up, taking as hard as possible from behind without any mercy, stretching or loob. He was married, talked only positive about his wife and children and how much he loves them and he could never have a life without them (even showing me pictures, a very very uncommon thing to do). But the fact that this “demon” as he called it, was stuck inside and he couldn’t handle but to go for a session at least once a month just to get really off and go back to normal life. It was at that moment that I realized what all those men and women who were dominatrixes were telling me all along. This is when I got the gift of really listening. Not only what they are saying, but all the details too.

After emailing back and forth, we met up a month later in a hotel in Trier. My rule was first 15‒20 minutes of natural time, meaning to discuss the do’s and dont’s again in person (“personal limits”). How this was going to go down step-by-step exactly. I would then get dressed, have my glass of champagne to calm me for I was really really nervous. And then just like that, the show began. I wore a purple cat suit with a huge gigantic black and pink decorated strap-on which I had borrowed from a friend and proceeded to tie him up on the bed in a doggy-style position and did what he had asked for; said the things he exactly wanted to hear. And everything was going so well and smoothly and as I was thinking about this, I looked down and saw a huge bloodstain. I jumped up in total panic— because he was bleeding out of his bottom—ran to the phone and called an ambulance. He was so embarrassed and just kept on saying “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t worry, you won’t be in trouble for anything. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t help but started crying, thinking that I was going to go to jail and ended being deported back (for hurting him). But as the people arrived, I was still in shock, sitting in my outfit with the strap-on on me and as they walked in and noticed me asking, “What happ … Oh! Okay. I see. Let me have a look …” I rushed into the bathroom embarrassed to the max, taking everything off upon hearing what they were saying. Suddenly, my client who was still outside said, “I know why it happened, I have inner hemorrhoids.” I burst out of the bathroom half naked and angry as a lion shouting, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME !?”

As I left the hotel that night to get on a 2 hour train ride back home, I had plenty of time to think about everything that happened that night: a) i had to kinda evaluate my clients before sessions on the “why, how, what” of sexuality; digging as deep as possible into their sexuality in order to best understand their needs and wants. b) YOU WANT ANAL, GOTTA BRING A NOTE FROM THE DOC …

And hence throughout that whole year, I met men and women from different walks of life but all with the same need: the need for help with their sexuality. This ultimately led me to me joking with my friends about how my role has evolved to that of a sex therapist. I not only helped these individuals to understand their own needs better, they were also comforted (I know the whole thing is a bit ironic considering the fact that we are talking about BDSM, just bear with me), had a understanding and judgmental free zone to express themselves. They got exactly what they needed from me not in a proper and none “profit mode” manner but in a helping manner. I’m not saying everyone of my clients was raped as a child like my first ever customer back then. However, a lot of them—if you just ask about their sexual history and how everything became clear to them—the stories and way things happen is so unique in every case. Many a time, these individuals simply cannot explain why they like it but the ones who can, oh boy! they sure have a lot to tell and are truly entertaining—no need for popcorn or anything. I cannot list each and every one of them, but if only they knew …

The only problem I had with this was with my own sexuality after 9 months of doing this for my sexual appetite started to suffer. I didn’t enjoy sex and even lost all interest and lust at one point in time. Hence after a while, I had to make the decision to love my own vagina and my love for lust. However, even after quitting this, something weird happened. I never dropped my analyzing. To this day, I continue to analyze everyone I meet. Why do they act in this way, why do they handle things in that way? It is almost as I have become a hobby psychoanalyzer (funny given that I was never in school for it), but the thing is, i actually enjoy doing it and it has definitely helped me to help others with their stuff be it making right decisions or handling situations; making them stronger to take on their daily battles etc. In a sense, I learned how to help others in a proper way even though it was achieved through whipping and tying people up. However, if you are able to read between the lines and really get a deeper understanding of people, it’s quite remarkable to see how easy it is to help people without having the drama and fights.

And I honestly don’t think I would have learned this anytime soon if it wasn’t for my crazy roller-coaster life and i will never forget the people who have helped me in understanding this so much better in this world; through the conversations I had with clients and other SW’s in the BDSM industry. Each and every one of them will be forever remembered (yes, even the very first client I have had because without him, everything would have not turned out the way they did).

And so what do I do these days you ask? Well, I modeled for a long time in Germany (and throughout Europe) and when I became pregnant, I stopped and let life be put on hold for a while. I got married, moved back home to Washington State, and got back into 2 long loved passions: politics & erotica photography.420Photography has became a huge and new factor to the Creativity Closet. I do a lot of smokeography and films. I have also been modelling for Godsgirls since Spring 2014 and am blessed with all the love I receive on social media for my work, be it Instagram,Tumblr or GG. I don’t think I’ll be done working in the world of sex anytime soon (whether its occasional caming, making my erotica photoart, or even short videography clips on Youtube). I feel like I have so much more to say and do. My main mission is to change our views on not only nudity but overall sexuality. We shouldn’t be demonized for what we love for as long as what we love does not hurt others, we should be encouraged to embrace our passion.

So go out and spread sex positivity and together, lets change the world one step at a time!

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When I was younger, I had no idea what I wanted to do in life. Sometimes, I would say a family law attorney (because I grew up witnessing the horrible divorce of my parents and I wanted to help; I felt the need to do so). There was a time I would think that I would become a physiotherapist and help people with injuries to get them back on their feet, or I would imagine myself being an anthropologist and going out to explore the world of humanity and its cultures etc, or maybe help countries with political issues … you know what I mean. In case, you have noticed there is a similarity to all these aspirations: the dream to help. Why? To be honest, I have no idea and I simply feel this strong calling through my whole life to help others. But if you would have asked me about my life-long career and told me that my first steps in the adult industry would be in Germany at the age of 18 as a Dominatrix, my response would have been, “What is a Dominatrix?”

I had a rollercoaster lifestyle until I had my daughter and two years after finally figuring out what I would do or let’s say, what my heart had the most passion for. I did not end up being a full-time dominatrix for the rest of my life, but the brief period of my life in the world of BDSM has not only truly changed my view, but also the way the humans work. I was a dominatrix for about a year when I turned 18. I was living in Germany as a civilian then, attending school there and working on becoming a hairdresser. Sounds all pretty normal right? Except for the fact that I was a full blown punk (sex pistols style), politically active on the Left Wing movement and its many many protests throughout Germany, and had a deep passion for gothic electronic music dance parties while working as a part-time amateur model. Now, because I was active in the gothic scene at parties, this opened a different drawer in the creativity closet for me as many of the guests at such parties would wear tons of latex, PVC etc. It was not just any regular latex stuff you can get in your next door porn shop. No, we are talking about actual high quality dresses and suits (long before Miss Gaga and Katy Perry made it a thing in the pop industry). In addition, there would often be attendees and scenes such as older BDSM couples, women taking on the mistress role, hubby on the leach in short and very tight latex shorts, not to mention the very short shorts …

A friend of mine whose name I shall not mention but let’s just call her W. W was a model and dominatrix, and boy! she was one of a kind. So when life as usual every now and then takes a drastic turn, I quit my job as a hairdresser (due to major bullying within the company) and lost my apartment (because if there is something more horrible then standing 30 in line at a grocery store it’s dealing with government stuff in Germany like social help etc. That’s a major bitch and will take you forever. And so because of this, I ended up losing my apartment, job and a lot of my friends to move to Trier to stay with her for a while and figure out what I was going to do). Since I was making a bit of money but not enough to survive as a model, I decided that I needed a fresh start with everything. And that’s when W opened a whole new world to me.

She taught me everything I needed to know and just like that, I into the big world, moved all the way to Kaiserslautern and started anew with absolutely no physical experience. In a city that’s not only huge, but with a soccer stadium, multiple army bases and a lot of international tourism all going on all that town—I saw nothing but profit. And boy was I happy because I turned out to be the only dominatrix (even though prostitution is legal in Germany and trust me, there are more brothels out there then bakeries, and that in Germany trust me, has to say something). At night, I would work at a Table Dancer club and made a ton of money just for being American and being able to speak with all the soldiers who were looking for some fun. During the day, I would either model or offer SM sessions. As the session requests started flowing in like spam mail on MSN, I started to realize very quick how high the demand actually was. And armed with the W’s knowledge, I decided to use the internet and sign up to a very well-known BDSM community website in Germany BDSM community website. I interacted with other dominatrixes on tips and advice (don’t get me wrong; not many were willing to help a young fellow girl who was once in their shoes), but those who did seemed like the nicest people on earth. One thing every dominatrix has told me is that if you are not a lil familiar with psychology, you will have problems on becoming a successful dominatrix. I had no fuc*ing clue what they meant with this. So there I was on a Friday evening with some European spliffs, a few beers and Google (my best friend in the world) and started to dig much deeper into this whole BDSM thing. And the more I dug, the more I found out how much psychology has to do with our everyday life, especially sexually …

Stay tuned to tomorrow’s post for Mary Jane’s virgin dominatrix experience!

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