Madie

     The last time I was in L.A., I met Madelyn. Madie has become one of my 

favorite salsa partners. She is a tall, slender, athletic woman, with cascading 

raven hair and alabaster skin seemingly lit from within. Her tattoos are mostly 

hidden. Her piercing blue eyes look into and through you at the same time. 

Madie barely tolerates male leads, as she prefers choreographed solos to 

following half-assed leaders who fail to match her skill and experience. We have 

become friends over the last several months. She has opened up to me, and here 

is her story, as best as I can recall it.

     Madie was sexually abused, beginning at the age of eight, at the hands of the 

family priest. Her parents trusted Father Alphonso, and never suspected he was 

anything but a concerned, involved Catholic priest. He told Madie that just as 

the  Virgin Mary was an unwed teenager impregnated by an angel, their actions 

were acceptable in the eyes of God, and she went along with his demands the 

way she felt a good Catholic girl should. Later on in life, as she learned that such 

behavior was abhorrent to God, and not what Jesus had in mind when he said 

“Suffer the little children to come unto me”, she became justifiably angry and 

vowed revenge on men in general, and deviates in particular.

     In her twenties, Madie worked in the sex trade. She found a job as a 

Dominatrix in a Dungeon in L.A.  Professional dommes DO NOT have sex with 

their clients; they just dominate and humiliate them for money. When seeking to 

buy several hours of a relationship based on BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism 

and masochism), the client will fill out a questionnaire and select what kind of 

humiliation they deserve.

      Madie recalled one client fondly. Steve, a first-timer, was in his thirties, red-

haired, overweight, and gay. He came in and filled out the questionnaire. He

chose verbal humiliation alone, with no bondage or physical pain. Since this

occurred early in her career as a domme, Madie wasn’t confident in her ability to

inflict purely verbal abuse, so she expressed her concerns to Sade, her more 

experienced colleague, and asked for tips on how best to fulfill her client’s needs.

Sade offered her this sage advice: 

 “You know how we talk about our clients behind their backs here in the

dressing room?” 

Madie nodded in agreement. 

     “Well, talk like that to his face.” 

Smiling, Madie put on her game face, entered her client's cell, and went to work.