Sadists of Korea: How a Bad Boss and a Good Dominatrix Taught Me D/s

Never give a Dominatrix roses, you'll get enough thorns from your boss.

For a recent open mic, the prompt was “dating stories,” so I wrote a story about the first time I met a lifestyle dominatrix. Then I took a second look at it. I had misread it! The prompt was actually “daring stories.”

Well, I didn’t have to change much. For me, daring stories and dating stories are one and the same. With the kinds of people I date, when I go out, there’s always a question if I’ll come back alive. I’m kidding. I don’t date men.

No, if I’m honest, the worst that will happen is that I might be burnt by a candle or kicked in the balls. Because I asked for it! I’m a masochist.

Now people ask why I’m into this shit. I want to paint the picture.

It is 2022, the middle of the pandemic. I’m teaching at an English language private kindergarten because I couldn’t find a job.

From Monday to Friday, I was getting verbally humiliated by my boss, Principal Hyuna. She would shout at me: “Hey, Ari Teacher, you didn’t mark every single page in this 100-page English language book for the five-year-olds.”

“Ari Teacher, your comments on Lorne’s report card are too negative.” (Lorne was her son who would bully the other students.)

The guy who acted as the “head foreign teacher,” a Brit named Charles, would pull me out of the classroom in the middle of lunch to chastise me in the hall in front of all the students: “Hey Ari Teacher, why are you letting your kids talk during lunchtime. You know there’s no talking when they’re not wearing their mask.” Imagine trying to keep a class of twelve five-year-olds from talking.

Then I had just two days to myself, and I needed an escape. But what was I to do? There was a curfew making bars close early. I celebrated New Years Eve by myself at a bar that rung the bell at 8 pm.

I met a Chinese woman who called herself Zhuren who said she loved to sensually torture men.

So Zhuren and I scheduled a meeting at a hotel. The whole week before the meeting, I’m being brutally tortured at school, having to do humiliating things like serve five-year-olds zhajiang noodles and then having to clean black bean sauce off the floor and off my suit. Nothing sensual about it. Then at night Zhuren and I are chatting on WeChat talking about what we like.

I say I like I don’t really know because I’ve mostly only seen it on video. But I think I would like being used as human furniture, facesitting, I can take whipping. She says, “I like candle.”

I say, “Candle? That sounds scary.”

She says, “It’s not. Besides, I like it.”

So I said, “Well, if Zhuren likes it, then we can try it.”

She says, “Do you have any whips or toys?”

So I take a picture of my whips and send them to her.

She says, “Those are too small. I probably can’t use them.”

I’m thinking, God. I’d just bought this new whip. It was like eight feet long. I’m thinking, God, what kind of whips is she going to bring to use on me?

Finally, it was the day. Saturday. I took the train up to her town, Hannam. It’s in the outskirts of Seoul, so I had to change trains a couple of times. I got there early.

So I had a lot of time to think, “What do I prepare for a first meeting with a dominatrix?”

I was walking by a flower shop. I thought, “Of course! Roses!” They have thorns, after all.

I was in the room. I was arranging things. Put my whips here. Put my flowers here. I brought strawberries, too. Time goes by, and it’s almost time to meet, and I hadn’t been checking my phone. There are a bunch of missed messages from Zhuren! I had forgot to tell her what room I was in! She was waiting outside! And a dominatrix is going to be mad if you make her wait.

So I apologize profusely. I say come on up. She walks in. She’s dressed in a black jacket and black combat boots. I don’t know what to do. Should I crawl? I get on my knee and present her the flowers. She threw them on the ground and said, “Put those away, you idiot. You’re lucky I waited.”

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