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Andmy grocery bill.

The best part was, it would only take me a few days.

I would make ten times more than my monthly paycheck… in less than a week.

And that was how I started my career as a dominatrix.

For a year or so, the money was enough to keep me interested – but I gradually grew weary of being a dominatrix.

My heart wasn’t in it, and I found some of the things I had to do distasteful.

I never had sex with my clients, though.

Well…

I was never therecipientof sex.

I occasionally used sex toys on some of my better-paying clients, which was the part of the job I disliked the most.

The only thing that kept me going (other than needing to pay my rent) was I used the revenue to keep funding the fetish club.

Once a month, I would host an underground BDSM gathering in some of the wealthiest homes in Hong Kong.

Word of mouth brought in new clients begging for my private services.

The higher demand and more exclusive clientele allowed me to double my rates.

With my new influx of funds, I rented a permanent space in the warehouse district and christened it After Dark.

Eventually, I hired a dominatrix to take over some of my workload…

Then another…

And another.

I hired a male dom for the gay clients and the occasional straight woman or married couple.

Then another.

And another.

Not to mention submissives for the clients who liked to be in control…

Plus staff to handle the bookings and security.

Before I knew it, I had a bustling business bringing in half a million US in revenue per month – close to $100,000 US in profit just for me.

I retired as a dominatrix and switched to running the club full-time.

The one thing that suffered greatly was my love life.

I had the occasional bondage session with men I trusted…

But I never found anyone like my previous boyfriend, the one my father had frightened away.

Truthfully, I was too scared to let anyone get close to me again.

After the disaster that had happened when my father found out, I became withdrawn… isolated.

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