On the far reaches of Jacksonville’s Westside, deep in the

bowels of a neighborhood off Fouraker Road, there is a

dungeon. A real, honest-to-de Sade dungeon, stocked
with whips and chains, ropes and paddles, knives and
gags, and dozens of other torture devices.
The room, off a hallway next to the kitchen in
a humble, ranch-style home, has seen all sorts of
unimaginable nastiness. Here subjects are stripped and
bound, whipped and flogged, sliced and pierced, and
much, much worse. Or much, much better, depending
on your disposition.
The home and its dungeon belong to Lady J, a
woman who looks like she can beat the living snot out of
you and might, given half a chance. Lady J — a “short,
fat, bald-headed bitch” by her own estimation — is a
skilled dominatrix whose rich history of inflicting pain is
rivaled only by her love of animals, nature and, yes,
people. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

In order to understand Lady J, you Lady J’s household could be con-

have to understand a bit about the
bondage community in general, and
that’s not easy for those whose most
deviant sexual fantasies involve little
more than fur handcuffs or a three-
way. The underground world of
bondage, discipline and sado-
masochism — BDSM for short — is a
dark, labyrinthine place, where experi-
mentation and perversion is not only
accepted, but encouraged. A place
where one kink leads to another until
boundaries evaporate. Imagination
and the physical limitations of the
human body are the only things that
stand in the way. Even then, those
limits are tested.
Despite common perceptions,
BDSM is not just about sex. For many
in the BDSM community, it’s about
enlightenment and mind-expansion,
about spirituality and personal growth.
Sometimes it’s about recovery
and survival.
For Lady J, known to us “vanillas”
or “normals” as Jackie Abbey, BDSM
is a lifestyle. More accurately, it’s her
life. For the past 25 years, she has been
involved in BDSM at different levels.
Once a pro dom, or dominatrix for
hire, she now practices strictly for per-
sonal enjoyment and the pleasure of
her subjects. Lady J is what is com-
monly referred to as a “ma’am,” kind
of a den mother for pain freaks. She is
married to a man (legally) and a
woman (spiritually), and keeps a
“household” of more than 100 mem-
bers. Within this household resides a
healthy mix of misfits who indulge a
variety of kinks and fetishes. There are
singles and couples, heterosexuals and
bisexuals, slaves and submissives, and
sidered a microcosm of the larger
Northeast Florida BDSM community.
To avoid persecution, most fetishists,
including many of those under Lady
J’s watchful eye, keep their kinks to
themselves, sharing only with like-
minded individuals. Even public
gathering places, like leather bars,
remain underground, and their
patrons protect each other with codes
of anonymity and silence. Some
curiosity seekers attend theatrical
fetish shows, dressed-up, public ver-
sions of what goes on in private
dungeons. But the real sadomasochists
roam among us incognito. They’re
bank tellers and lawyers and plumbers
and cops. They’re your neighbors,
your co-workers, your relatives.
They’re just like you, only they enjoy
a good beating every once in a while.
Mike, a slender, clean-shaven man of
62, slides off his T-shirt and jeans to
reveal a nearly hairless body. Aside
from a slight five o’clock shadow and
hints of gray stubble on his pate, he is
smooth. Yes, even down there.
Mike’s nipples are pierced with
prominent silver studs. A ring pierces
the tip of his penis. He explains in
deliberate but placid tones that
although he prefers unorthodox forms
of stimulation — some that would
make a proctologist blanch — today,
for demonstration purposes, things will
be kept simple. He adds that he will
not enter “sub-space,” the heightened
state of consciousness submissives hope
to achieve. That, he emphasizes, is too

House of Pain doms-in-training. It’s a family tree

with branches stretching across
the country.
personal for an outsider to witness. It
also requires hours to reach and
involves a lengthy comedown period
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as well, not unlike the trajectory of a yogi Grabbing the first of several floggers just right. It’s a gift more permanent
returning from deep meditation. — this one a leather cat o’ nine tails with than a wedding ring, an insurance policy
Standing barefoot and nude on the a substantial handle — Lady J steps more painful than a pre-nup.
concrete floor of Lady J’s dungeon, Mike about four feet from her Alpha Boy’s Lady J releases Mike from St.
seems right at home. He is. He’s Lady J’s back and begins twirling the leather ends Andrew’s Cross, and he removes his
husband and business partner (he’s a in a large figure eight. The resulting blindfold. His countenance is oddly
mechanical engineer, and they own an air swooshes recall the cheesy sound effects peaceful. He looks more like a man
conditioning service together). He is also of ’70s martial arts films. She moves who’s just awoken from a Sunday after-
Lady J’s “Alpha Boy” and under her com- closer, and soon contact is made, softly at noon nap than one who has been pul-
mand at all times. first, then harder. Mike stretches his arms verized. He shuffles toward his wife, and
Lady J’s dungeon is less threatening skyward, and the cracks of leather against like two school kids on a playground,
than one might expect, at least at first flesh increase in volume. With a slight they kiss. A little peck on the lips is all,
glance. The small room could easily be a grin, Lady J unleashes four swift whacks then an embrace.
workout area or rec room. In some across Mike’s shoulders. His head snaps Lady J puts away her toys. Mike
respects, it’s both. Exposed two-by-fours back in pain. gets dressed.
and electrical wiring suggest a room Lady J goes soft again, lightly touch-
under construction, and Lady J confirms ing the rosy patches on Mike’s upper
her dungeon is a work in progress. To back with her fingertips. Then, without
the immediate left of the doorway hangs warning, she digs her fingernails into his
a sex sling, a black-leather swing sup- reddening flesh. He gasps and cranes his In the most basic terms, Lady J began
ported at the corners by chains attached neck. She grabs another, heavier flogger her journey into the BDSM lifestyle as a
to metal pipes. Directly ahead are a cus- and the process begins anew. This time, prostitute. Well, sort of.
tom-built spanking horse and a waxing the rhythm of the whipping leather is Married at 16 in what she calls a
bed, complete with eyehooks for louder, matching the intensity of “The “very vanilla relationship,” Lady J soon
restraints. It’s draped with a sheet cov- Omen”-esque strains of “O Fortuna,” found herself stifled by a domineering
ered with images from the animated which now leap from the CD player. mate, a man whose idea of marriage was
Disney film “Aladdin.” Again, she approaches slowly, allowing different than his wife’s. “What brought
In the far corner of the dungeon the strands to just nip the skin. Then it to an end is he couldn’t keep his dick
stands St. Andrew’s Cross, a black, harder, faster and closer, culminating in in his pants,” Lady J says with a grimace.
7-foot-tall “X” affixed with wrist and four vicious, impossible whacks across Consequently, after 17 years, she found
ankle restraints. There is a chair, a small his ruby shoulders. herself divorced with a 12-year-old son
table and, over by the sling, rows and Finally, with a sinister smile, Lady J to care for.
rows of plastic storage bins containing takes several solid swipes at Mike’s ass Though she was employed by a
everything from needles and sterile gauze with an ultra-thin, whip-like flogger. major health insurance company, where
to lubricants and giant dildos. From The snaps are alarming, and Mike she worked for 30 years, in her late 20s,
hooks on the wall hang all manner of moans as they connect. Nearly 20 min- she found she needed money to support
flogging devices: paddles, whips, riding utes have passed, and the once-pale fig- her son. That’s when a friend employed
crops. Some are custom-made and quite ure is a deep, throbing throbbing red. by Hertz car rental at Jacksonville
elaborate. A few cost more than $1,500. As Lady J completes the session, she International Airport suggested she
Several are purple, Lady J’s favorite color. points out the letters J and D — her work as a professional dom for well-to-
Lady J, dressed in non-threatening first initial and that of their shared wife, do traveling businessmen. “He said,
sweatpants and a purple T-shirt with her Lady D — etched in the flesh of Mike’s ‘Jackie, you would be great,’” says Lady
name emblazoned across the chest, flips buttocks, one letter per cheek. It took J. “‘You’ve already got a dominant per-
on a wall-mounted CD player. Ambient several cuttings to achieve the desired sonality. It won’t take me long to teach
orchestral music spills into the room. effect. Slicing the outline of the letters, you to use the equipment safely, and
She’s mid-sentence, showing off one of allowing them to heal, cutting into the you won’t have to sleep with any
her favorite flogging devices, when scab, healing and cutting again, then of them.’”
Mike, pulling on a blindfold and snap- applying ink so the initials would scar
ping himself into the cross’ wrist
restraints, asks, “May I speak openly?”
“Yes,” Lady J responds.
“No more talking,” requests Mike.
He’s fastened to the cross, his face
buried in the center of the “X” with
his back and rear end exposed.
“No more talking,” Lady J con-
curs. The session begins.
With her bare palm, Lady J
strokes Mike’s back softly, then places
a small bandage over a mole on his
right shoulder. Though she is about
to brutalize her Alpha Boy, Lady J
insists on doing it safely. Moles tear
easily and bleed heavily, and that’s a
kind of pain she’s not interested
in inflicting.
She retrieves two plush animal
pelts and uses them to caress Mike’s
back and buttocks. He’s silent. She
follows with industrial-grade, tex-
tured rubber gloves in a similar pat-
tern. Lady J, as she later explains, is
prepping the skin, gradually building
to greater levels of stimulation. Mike’s Lady J flogs Jen, a woman recovering from back surgery. Oddly, Jen considers her
flogging sessions part of her recovery.
shoulders slowly turn pink.

After a lengthy training period, Lady
J spent two years as a pro dom, making
up to $1,500 an hour. She put her son
through college while whipping, flog-
ging and caning high-dollar clients as
they passed through town. It was short-
lived, dangerous and illegal, but Lady J
was good at it. She enjoyed the hell out
of it, too. When she finally got out of
the game, her interest was so piqued that
she “went looking” for a more personal
connection to the BDSM scene. Her
quest brought her into Jacksonville’s
leather underground, where she infil-
trated a local gay Levi-leather club (so
named for the denim and leather worn
by patrons) called The Stilettos.
Lady J was the first woman admitted
to the club. She eventually served as pres-
ident of the group for two years, during
which time she attracted females in such
numbers that The Stilettos was finally
opened to women. “They let the short,
fat, bald-headed bitch in,” boasts Lady J.
“And then I started kickin’ down doors.”
Lady J is indeed balding, has been
since she was 15, and she’s overweight
— two characteristics she makes no
effort to downplay. She smokes a lot and
cusses like a sailor. But for all her mascu-
line affect, there is a palpable compas-
sion about the woman. A practicing
Wiccan, she loves the outdoors, and she
cares for animals both domestic and
wild. She maintains a mini-menagerie
inside her house, and feeds the squirrels
and birds that frequent her backyard. A
trained nurses’ aid and health-care pro-
fessional, she tends to the ill as well.
In response to the growing AIDS epi-
demic, Lady J was operative in establish-
Mistress Kitten
prepares to whip a
naughty schoolgirl at
the 10th anniversary
Saturday Night Seduc-
tion performance, a
theatrical version of
what goes on in bed-
rooms — and dungeons
— across America.
ing the leather-oriented fundraising
group Santa Pals in 1993. She also spent
agonizing days and nights at many bed-
sides caring for loved ones with the dis-
ease, watching them die protracted and
painful deaths. She wells up when
recounting those stories.
It was from this base in the gay and
bisexual leather community that Lady J
built her own group, the North Florida
Leather Association, which morphed
into her current household, called The
Round Square Hole. Though Lady J is
open about her lifestyle, other members
of her household prefer anonymity. It’s
understandable, considering the region’s
overwhelming conservatism, but even in
the most progressive metropolises,
leather and bondage fans keep a low
profile. Domestic abuse, prostitution
and weapons laws can be liberally inter-
preted to put these folks in jail. They
may enjoy being chained up every now
and again, but being shackled and hand-
cuffed by Johnny Law isn’t necessarily
what they have in mind.
So, for the most part, the sado-
masochists among us keep their mouths
shut and their heads down, at least until
they’re in friendly company. Bondage
conventions — like the upcoming
Southeast Erotic Art Conference sched-
uled for Nov. 7-9 in Jacksonville — and
on-line message boards are common
meeting places. Leather clubs, too. But
the safest hookups come by way of per-
sonal references. Word-of-mouth con-
nections ensure mutual trust and
respect, and enhance the likelihood of
finding doms and subs suited to each
other’s tastes.
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Though the lifestyle involves a violent
intimate connection, BDSM adherents
tout the importance of respect and trust.
Openness enhances comfort, which, in
turn, increases arousal. Though Lady J
insists she never has sex with any of her
subs (she even saves sex with her hus-
band and wife for the bedroom, away
from her dungeon), some of her subjects
are sexually gratified by the end of
their sessions.
More important than sexual arousal,
says Lady J and members of her house-
hold, is the bond they establish. The
deep relationships between doms and
subs are integral to the healing aspect of
BDSM. “I’ve smoked grass, more than
my share, more than I needed,” says
Mike of his early attempts at escapism.
He says the endorphins produced in a
session are similar to those released as a
result of taking certain drugs. “[Lady J]
activates them. She’s the catalyst that
allows me to go [inside] and repair pain.”
To illustrate the point, Mike and
Lady J recount a session during which a
submissive had an emotional breakdown.
On a recent Sunday night, with a half-
dozen observers present, Lady J worked
on a woman who had suffered domestic
violence in her past. Though the woman
has since moved on and remarried, she’s
still having trouble dealing with the psy-
chological fallout. The session was the
last of three that evening, and was
lengthy and extreme.
“Nobody wiggled, nobody spoke,”
says Lady J. “There were people there
with tears streaming down their eyes.
And the only thing you could hear was
the thud of floggers hitting this lady. She
let loose of this demon, physically and
vocally. It was a cleansing flogging. I
knew what I was doing, and she knew
where she wanted to go.”
“My bride has the ability to excise
those demons through playing with her
and abusing her,” adds Mike. “Physically
The trappings of bondage — leather gear, spiked collars, oxygen masks — are the tools
of the trade at Jacksonville’s popular Seduction shows.
20 FOLIO WEEKLY March 11-17, 2008
abusing her, that’s what it amounts to.
She takes the demons, and she gets rid of
them. When this girl left, 20 years of
hurt, pain, agony and psychological vio-
lence was gone. Whether it will stay
gone is entirely up to her.
“We’re all broken, or we have
demons,” Mike continues. “We
[lifestylers] openly address them, and try
to remove them, which makes us better.
How we do it is unorthodox to people in
the mainstream, but there’s no hocus-
pocus. We repair ourselves.”
It’s 1:45 a.m., and the cast of the
Saturday Night Seduction fetish show is
in full swing. On stage at Murray Hill
nightclub Martini’s, the cast members
are in the middle of their very last per-
formance, a celebration of 10 years of tit-
illating fetish and bondage shows.
Mistress Ravynn, a bleached-blonde
bombshell in full leather gear, is spread-
eagle in a sling suspended from the ceil-
ing by a large spring. She snatches a
corseted female between her legs and
lashes at her with a leather flogger. Her
victim writhes in mock pleasure. Around
them other dominants and submissives
engage in various sinful acts, simulating
oral sex, fondling breasts, spanking bot-
toms and generally abusing each other.
Dark industrial music is all around.
The stage is bathed in red light and a
fog machine periodically pumps out
lung-searing white clouds, turning the
whip-wielding creatures into demonic
silhouettes. Boys with horns on their
heads and tattoos of skulls on their bare
arms and chests are tortured by girls with
bust-boosting brassieres and lots of black
eyeliner. The audience plays along, alter-
nately groping each other and cheering
for more. It’s like an orgy in hell if Will
Ferrell were Satan.

Lady J is proud of her collection of “toys,” which includes the “pleasure ball,” a small
sphere adorned with carpet tacks that she rolls up and down her subjects’ bodies.
It’s all in good fun, but a far cry from
the lifestyle the show portrays. And that’s
the point, says Seduction founder
Max Michaels.
Michaels conceived of Saturday Night
Seduction in 1998 when he was appro-
ached by now-deceased promoter and
then-Club 5 owner Bruce Chambers.
“We were hanging out [in downtown
Jacksonville], and being new to the area
he asked me ‘Where’s the best fetish
night?’” explains Michaels. “I said,
‘Atlanta.’ He laughed and said, ‘Let’s
change that.’” Six months later they
started Seduction.
A theatrical take on bondage and fetish
culture, Saturday Night Seduction places
the trappings and practices of the BDSM
culture in front of anyone curious enough
to show up and open-minded enough to
keep watching. Michaels says he has always
called Seduction the “Top 40 of the fetish
world, mild by comparison to the extent
the lifestylers go to.” Michaels and
Seduction players use themed shows —
from naughty schoolgirls to Roman orgies
to bondage scenarios — to dramatize what
might take place in bedrooms (and dun-
geons) across the country.
But it’s just a show, stresses Michaels, a
sentiment echoed by cast members.
Anonymity is insisted upon by many of
the players, a number of whom draw a
clear distinction between their stage per-
sonas and their private lives. In fact, all of
the Seduction members contacted for this
story refused a personal interview and
preferred to correspond by e-mail,
requesting that only their stage names be
used. All of those interviewed insisted
that they do not practice bondage in their
personal relationships.
For Mistress Kitten, a 10-year veteran
of fetish shows and Seduction member
since 1999, the attraction is more rock
star than bondage queen. “I am a per-
former,” she wrote in an e-mail to Folio
Weekly. “I grew up idolizing entertainers
like Alice Cooper, KISS and Ozzy
Osbourne. So like them, I get dressed
up in my character, go out and put on
a performance.
“Many people out there seem to be
under the impression that what we do
involves sex,” she continued. “It does not.
We love to look sexy, but we do not have
sex in our performances. Our goal in
Seduction is to put together themed per-
formances and have fun while entertain-
ing the audience.”
As might be expected, Seduction has
had its share of problems, including a
vice-squad shutdown of one performance.
“They made an example of Seduction,”
says Michaels of the raid. “All suited up
in ski masks, bulletproof vests and guns,
they raided the club and arrested the club
dancers, members of the troupe and our
female impressionist MC.” All charges
were eventually dropped, Michaels says,
“but the example was made.”
Some in the BDSM community take
issue with Seduction. Lady J says the per-
formances can be unsafe, particularly dur-
ing segments involving audience partici-
pation. She claims audience members,
who may not realize what they’re getting
into, are at risk. As an example, she recalls
being approached by a young woman in
Riverside who was injured during fire
play at a Seduction performance. She says
the woman lifted her shirt to expose sev-
eral serious burns on her back.
Michaels insists all possible safety pre-
cautions are observed during Seduction
shows, and dismisses such criticisms as
falsehoods and rumors. The rumors he can
handle. He’s even somewhat proud of the
bigger-than-life version that lives in some
people’s heads. But he takes offense at the
thought of his shows being dangerous.
“All of the players sign agreements that
they understand and respect the parame-
ters of their role in the show, and are
prepared for the physical and mental
requirements it takes to pull it off,” he
says. “In the type of shows we do, the
performers also must know and under-
stand the pain threshold and tolerance
levels of the rest of the cast. This way no
one gets hurt.”
If Michaels and Lady J agree on one
thing, it’s that when inexperienced people
start knocking on each other with whips
and chains, someone is going to get
injured. “With [the BDSM] scene
becoming more accessible to a wider and
more commercial audience, it is impossi-
ble to keep everyone safe,” he says.
“[People] go out and buy a whip at a sex
shop and suddenly, overnight, they’re
printing up business cards that say ‘pro-
fessional’ dominatrix.”
He considers the trend both irrespon-
sible and dangerous. “It can cause devas-
tating and possibly irreversible mental or
physical damage to anyone foolish
enough to let themselves get into a situa-
tion with one of these amateurs,” he cau-
tions. “Buyer beware.”
Mike lumbers, shirtless, into the kitchen
in search of painkillers. He’s just had
extensive oral surgery and is in obvious
discomfort. “There is good pain and bad
pain,” Mike mumbles through clenched
teeth. “This is bad pain.”
Coming from a man who enjoys hav-
ing his scrotum pinched, his ass-flesh
sliced, his urethra pierced and objects
jammed into his most intimate places, the
irony cracks like one of Lady J’s whips.
The definition of pain and pleasure is
different for each person, and the gray
area where the two intermingle is where
BDSM practitioners find purchase. For
some, sessions are soft and tender with
just a little light discipline to get them
off. For others, the outer edge of sensa-
tion becomes a test of physical and men-
tal endurance. The deeper you go, the
stranger it gets.
Basic bondage practice may involve
anything from simple ligatures, a blind-
fold and soft flogging. As the sessions or
“scenes” increase in severity and thematic
complexity, so does the pain. Bindings
become more elaborate, and floggings
grow longer and more intense. Degrada-
tion and humiliation, piercings and cut-
tings, bloodletting and fire play, sensory
deprivation, electro-stimulation, genital
torture — the list goes on. As Lady J says,
if you can think it, you can do it.
But for all the physical interaction,
BDSM is mainly a psychological pursuit,
especially for the “bottom” or submissive.
Many submissives claim to have hyper-
conscious experiences, entering a trance-
like state, known as “subspace,” when ses-
sions reach intense levels. Mike, who
refers to himself as a “pain pig,” achieves
his deepest subspace when physical tor-
ment is nearly unbearable. “I am a little
extreme, a little over the top,” says Mike.
March 11-17, 2008 FOLIO WEEKLY 21
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“Sometimes I’m a lot over the top. I Lady J relishes the absolute control she
think I’ve used my safe word once.” maintains of her household. Says Lady J,
A “safe word” is a word or phrase with just a hint of a smile, “The power is
unique to each participant that indicates always in my hands.”
when they’ve left their comfort zone. If a
person is gagged, a hand gesture may be
used. The safe word is important not
only for the submissive, but for the domi- Jen is secured to St. Andrew’s Cross, her
nant as well, since she or he can also enter tattooed back receiving rhythmic blows
a transcendental headspace and may from Lady J’s floggers. Along her spine,
need to be jarred back to reality to end between two growing red patches, runs a
the session. lengthy scar, the aftermath of painful
Lady J says that every possible safety back surgery. A submissive for three years
precaution is observed in her dungeon. now, Jen considers her tattoos and her
For the uninitiated, she offers reading involvement in BDSM part of her recov-
materials detailing safe bondage practices ery. Since her surgery, Jen has had prob-
and dungeon etiquette. Her restraining lems allowing her husband (also known
devices are equipped with quick-release as her “sir” or male dominant) to touch
mechanisms, so at any time during a her back.
scene, if something goes awry, a Lady J relies on her skill with floggers
subject may escape. and her knowledge of anatomy to avoid
The universal slogan of BDSM — the sensitive parts of Jen’s back, focusing
“safe, sane and consensual”
— is of utmost importance
to Lady J. When interview-
ing a potential member of
So, for the most part, the sado-
The Round Square Hole, masochists among us keep their
she may spend a full day
with the candidate. mouths shut and their heads
Sometimes the interview down, at least until they’re in
lasts an entire weekend.
She also offers a lengthy friendly company.
training program for both
doms and subs. Her rigor
is, in a way, intended to intimidate as on the shoulder muscles rather than the
well as inform. “Many are tourists, lumbar, where the kidneys are especially
wannabes,” she says. “I’ll put them vulnerable. These sessions, with both
through their paces, and normally [the Lady J and her own husband, have
poseurs] don’t come back.” brought Jen out of what she calls “para-
Those who are accepted into the noia” about being touched.
household are treated like family. Lady J Of course, truth be told, Jen gets off
keeps records on all members and club on it, too. “I knew from the time I
activities, which include meetings at Fuel started to hit puberty that I was differ-
Coffeehouse in Riverside. A number of ent,” she says. “As a kid, hitting puberty,
members even have a key to her home. you have fantasies, and mine weren’t nor-
Once admitted into Lady J’s fold, you mal. I knew that. Mine were very violent
are, in a word, protected. “Eyes will be and had a lot to do with being tied up
on you to make sure no one abuses you against [my] will.”
sexually or mentally,” says Mike. To mainstreamers, fantasies of rape
“Nobody will ever [mess] with you.” and bondage remain just that — fan-
There are also various levels of tasies. But for those involved in BDSM,
dom/sub relationships within the BDSM fantasy is reality, an arousing, violent,
lifestyle. Some subs are part-time while mind-expanding reality. It’s the main-
others are full-on slaves. Lady J doesn’t stream’s fear and ignorance that keeps
keep slaves because, frankly, she says, BDSMers in the closet, says Jen.
they’re too much trouble, requiring Lady J would like to change that. She
instructions as specific as, “Get out of wishes more people would be open to the
bed, put on your clothes, eat your break- ideas embraced by the BDSM commu-
fast.” Make no mistake: Lady J’s subs are nity, or at least would be more accepting
at her disposal — she makes a demand, of the people who live it. That’s why she
they follow through or suffer the conse- makes education one of her objectives.
quences at her hand — but they also For Lady J, what two or more consensual
come and go freely. adults do behind the doors of their own
As Lady J’s Alpha Boy, Mike lives dungeons is their own business.
every waking moment under her control. “I don’t care what you do, and I don’t
Aside from decisions pertaining to their care how you do it,” says Lady J. “The
business, Lady J decides what, when, way I figure, as long as two people come
where and how they do things. (Mike out of a scene, and they’re able to walk
enjoys the same relationship with their out the door, and they’re both alive, it
shared wife, Lady D, also a dom, at her was a good scene.”
home across town.) Mike says he’s “noth-
ing more than a piece of chattel.”

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