This is a story of the dilemma facing many single men as we are about to end the 1990’s (we’d much prefer not to call them the “gay” nineties though, at times, that seems to be the trend! Instead, let’s look forward to the 21st century, the beginning of the era of Womankind!) Our story depicts what we see as very typical experiences of single men as they have been in the eighties, and still are, in the nineties. The only difference is that there is a happy ending for Rod, our hero. He is able to come to terms with his true inner nature that is opposed by the cross currents he finds in the “norms” of everyday society around him. Alas, most young single men never achieve Rod’s inner peace, nor do many of them understand how to solve their problem–let alone do they even have the foggiest notion of what their problems are!

Rod is a single young man–a “yuppie” who was raised in Orange County, CA. He now lives in a home he rents, along with two other roommates, in the hills facing on the San Fernando Valley. Hollywood lies below these same hills on the other side. Rod works for a brokerage firm in Beverly Hills.

As a youngster Rod was always intrigued by the lady who played the part of the “wicked” vamp or seductress of selfish motives in the movies. She was a “femme fatale” or a “Mata Hari” who tempted the hero to give in to his “baser” natural instincts–to enjoy the process of being seduced into a “plaything” and into Her “prisoner of love.” The scenes of seduction involving this “evil temptress” never failed to excite Rod and produce a raging hard-on. Soon, Rod had discovered those wonderful photos of women resembling the wicked seductress in his mother’s fashion magazines, and later he found similar, even more suggestive photos in girlie magazines his father had secretly hidden around the house. This “wicked” or “evil” temptress/seductress image remained firmly implanted in Rod’s subconscious forever, as the “Lady of My Dreams.”

However, by his late teens, Rod’s ideas about girls and sex had seemed to change. He now considered himself to be a typical “macho” dominant sort of guy. He felt he really wanted his way with women. Then, much to his delight, he soon realized that all the girls he met were exactly what he thought he wanted–very submissive to his desires! He never encouraged any girls fitting the description of the “Lady of His Dreams” he had formerly consciously fantasized about. “Out of sight, out of mind!” He was sure he would be enjoying his role as the “macho stud” who always got his way with girls.

Many of the girls he met as he started exercising his powers, after he had barely turned eighteen, would, after a few “getting to know you” dates, readily agree to sex after a minimal amount of petting and progressively more passionate foreplay. However, he found the girls to be quite passive during the actual sexual encounter with a much more subdued passion than had occurred in the “feely” foreplay that had preceded it.

This was perplexing! Then, on the second, third, and any later encounters with the same girl, she would become less and less passionate–and, if anything, more passive. It was always his job to get and keep her excited and interested. If he saw her much beyond four or five times, his role seemed to evolve into a “duty” with definite overtones of “work!”

By now, she would be hinting that a proposal of marriage was expected! That’s when Rod would back out. Somehow this was not the way he wanted to live the rest of his life! He didn’t really understand this process until it had repeated itself over and over with numerous initially attractive girls he met.

After several years had slipped by with the same inevitable result time after time, Rod began to question his own virility.

“What is wrong with me?” The harder he tried to play the role of the “macho sex king” with the passive/submissive unreactive kinds of girls that seemed to populate the world, the less stimulating it was and the more is seemed like drudge work!

Gradually, Rod stopped seeing any of the girls he had been having sex with and made only sporadic efforts with new girls he met–actually, only when he found himself exceedingly horny–even bordering on desperate. But soon after achieving a measure of relief it would be back to a kind of abstinence in terms of actual contacts with women.

What did he do? Well, he fell back on what countless millions of hard up young men around the globe do–MASTURBATE–while holding up “centerfolds” or other sexy photos of nude or scantily (but sexily) clad young ladies found in magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler or the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition (not to mention more explicit material) as well as in catalogues from Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s of Hollywood.

Rod even found he got a thrill when he bought some of the traditional women’s fashion magazines such as Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Elle, Glamour, etc. (See Wilt Chamberlain’s reference to these in his book, A View From Above.) Rod quickly learned Wilt’s lesson that these latter magazines were a gold mine for photos of very sophisticated beauties, often very dominant looking lushly gorgeous women. Obviously the fashion designers were worshippers of this type of seemingly vain and self-satisfied lady!

He simply relearned about the types of photos that had earlier given him so much pleasure. With this, he quickly relearned and recalled the “Lady of My Dreams”–the beautiful irresistible “wicked/evil” temptress/seductress for whom he would gladly become a totally controlled, loyal and obedient slave!

Again, Rod often wondered to himself, “What is wrong with me? How could I ever let myself fall into the grips of one of these ‘Ladies of My Dreams?’ On the other hand, how could I ever let myself marry a passive/submissive type woman–the kind that are in the vast majority in this country and, probably, throughout the world? I must be mad because I doubt very much if the ‘Lady of My Dreams’ even exists! At least, in that sense, I’m safe from falling into Her ‘evil’ clutches!”

Soon thereafter, he began to wonder about the validity of these last few thoughts.

He had discovered the ads and the reading material in the local contact newspapers. He became an avid reader of articles about beautiful dominant Superior Females, including the ubiquitous Marquesa de Sade, and ads placed by this same Marquesa, as well as by many other ladies which promised to “mistreat and subjugate” clients. Commercial establishments placed some ads but others were placed by independents like the Marquesa. “My, my!” Rod thought. “There must be thousands of guys out there who are just as ‘mad’ as I am! Maybe, just maybe, some of these gals are really sincere Dominants! Wouldn’t that be wonderful!”

Rod’s curiosity was definitely aroused. He couldn’t put the thought out of his mind. “I know I have to look into this. There is no way I can ever forgo this discovery and do nothing about it!”

Finally, after giving it a lot of thought, he decided he would “play it safe” and try one of the commercial establishments. “After all,” he thought, “they want to remain in business. They wouldn’t dare do anything really harmful to me–and I can always walk away–or return another day–as I see fit. On the other hand, if I don’t like the first girl or the first establishment I can always move on until I find a really gorgeous dominant somewhere at one of these.”

Rod, indeed, found a measure of satisfaction at the commercial B&D establishments. At first he couldn’t seem to find any girls with the credible qualities he was seeking of beauty, intelligence, mental attitude and a sheer dominating will mixed with a little erotic sadism to satisfy the masochism that so dominated his inner soul. It was very difficult to visualize many of the girls he found to be his credible superiors so he could sincerely worship their minds, bodies and spirits! He desperately hungered for a truly deservedly vain self centered lady who is certain She is always right, who will brook no opposition to Her divine will, and who derives a certain pleasure out of punishing and humiliating her admirers.

After 10-12 attempts covering six months at three different establishments he finally found what he felt was just such a lady. However, after his fifth consecutive visit to Her over a two week span he realized that She was only play acting and would simply play up to his need as best She could. She would go through the motions of doing whatever it was that he requested. She had no original ideas or desires of Her own, other than a few standardized routines She had picked up in Her work over the year at “Countess Medea’s B&D Empire.”

Upon seeing that these routines failed to stir Rod’s rod into the desired “obediently grateful pulsating rigidity” She would invariably turn to him for ideas. She was definitely not the overpowering magnificent and omnipotent Superior Female that Rod had been seeking–only “adequate” as a last resort.

“What can I do?” Rod wondered. “Am I to be frustrated all my life? Is there really no such thing in this world as a truly Deserving Dominant Dame? One who will really ‘force me’ to go through the hellfire that I crave? One who will bring me to Her divine feet to beg, whimper and confess to my need to serve Her obediently as Her abject slave?”

Rod next decided that it was time to try out some of the independent practitioners of B&D/S&M whose enticing ads filled several pages in the papers every week.

He still decided to take several “easy steps” before he would try the lady he was most intrigued by–the Marquesa de Sade. He was leery of trying Her before seeing others–half out of fear that She, too, would prove to be an imposter, and half out of fear that She would be precisely the woman his subconscious (and now, more recently, every fiber of his conscious mind) had always been seeking–the perfect Dominatrix who would subjugate him to Her will forever more! Lingering doubts still plagued his mind about the wisdom of giving in to his natural instincts. “Maybe I’m the world’s greatest fool! It could be a real disaster!”

Rod called some ladies who would be an obvious compromise to his natural desires–but who might be “safe” (in his mind for one reason or another, having little to do with reality).

The first three turned out to be of little change in quality from those he had previously found at the commercial establishments. In fact, two of the three had no real understanding of B&D at all, and very few skills. The third was quite skillful and seemed to have a fair grasp of Rod’s psychological needs in this area of his nature. The only problem was She was a trifle old and physically out of shape. She no longer possessed a shapely sexy body, the creamy smooth textured skin, the “wicked” sexy “hypnotic” eyes or even the lovely seductively curled long hair he so adored. Her hair, such as it was, was trimmed into an extremely severe short bob with very masculine overtones, and her skin actually sagged away from nearly muscleless bony arms and legs. Her tits flopped around like “loose towels” and She had a flat (actually nonexistent) ass, while Her teeth seemed like those of a gopher.

“Wow! I guess I got what I deserved,” lamented an obviously depressed and disgusted Rod. “Nothing left for me but to try the enigmatic Marquesa de Sade. I don’t know what will become of me if She doesn’t pan out.” Rod decided he would call Her right away–after recovering from his latest fiasco.

On his first try Rod did not catch the Marquesa at home. However, after listening to a very provocative announcement, he left a message on Her machine.

“Hello, my name is rod. You can reach me at (310) 658- —-. i’m calling to request–no, the real word, i guess, is to BEG You to let me come out to your area soon for an interview. i am really praying that You are really the lady i’ve been dreaming of meeting all my life. If You are actually even half of what Your ads and Your articles in the paper portray to me, i would immediately drop to my knees and beg You for a chance to prove myself to be a very loyal, compliant and obedient slave. i would gladly become a piece of property–totally owned, to do anything with that You wish! Please call me back! i’m available for an interview at any time and place of Your choosing. Please! Please, call me back!”

When the Marquesa listened to this message She was quite impressed–but a little dubious. So many promising submissives had turned out to be real duds!–But, since he sounded very sincere, She decided he’d be worth a return call. When She found some time the next day She called the number rod had given.

“Hello. This is Rod. May I help you?” He then listened in stunned silence–mouth agape–as he heard the Mistress speak:

“slave! Listen to me very closely. These are your instructions. I will not repeat them. Failure to obey will void our interview, which I will grant one time only. Call Me Thursday morning at 9:10 AM exactly. I will then give you a time and place to meet Me for My interview. We will mutually learn of our compatibilities or incompatibilities at the interview. You will call Me at least a half hour, but no more than an hour before the interview confirming that you will be there. Upon arriving in Marina del Rey you will proceed to the meeting area where you will call Me one more time from the nearby pay phone to confirm your arrival. Then, within ten minutes I will arrive driving My white sports car. you will approach waving a white handkerchief. Do you understand, slave?…”

“Yes, i do understand, Mistress, Thank You, Mistress!”

“Good boy!” Click!

The Mistress’ words were very reassuring to rod. his rod had become very hard and fully erect–in total awe for what he had just heard. his heart was pounding. “Wow!” he thought, “it sounds like I’ve hit the jackpot!”

Indeed he had.