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
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.
