Ex-dominatrix Jenny Nordbak’s BDSM book: ‘The Scarlett Letters’
Source: NYdailynews.com.
USA – Recent college graduate Jenny Nordbak answered a job ad declaring “no experience necessary.”
And what an experience it turned out to be.
The 22-year-old soon found herself working in a Los Angeles sex dungeon, putting a leash on a major Hollywood star, as she reveals in her astounding new book “The Scarlett Letters.”
It was 2010 when she opted for a masters in BDSM rather than heading to graduate school — and received an education beyond her most twisted expectations.
Nordbak was making ends meet as a construction site clerk when she went for the job. Her new employers promised to train her, and she had plenty to learn.
First was the glossary of terms. Everyone new to the business starts as a submissive — or “Sub.” In this operation, dominatrix was an aspirational position that required both an apprenticeship and a test.
Intimate knowledge of crops and whips is a basic requirement for a “Domme” — never mind the equipment too sexually explicit to name. Think lift and separate for the male nethers.
Nordbak’s ambition was to become a “switch,” capable of slipping into the shoes of either a Sub (ones that can take a beating) or Domme (heeled leather boots on legs that don’t quit.)
As on any construction site, Nordbak was hazed on her first day on the job in the Dungeon.
An imperious Domme, Mistress Erin, informed the newbie that her first client was in the waiting room. The obviously nervous young guy’s opening gambit was, “I’m waiting to be paid.”
Nordbak, as Mistress Scarlett, instinctively knew where to go with this.
“Have I been a bad girl and I owe you money?” she purred seductively. “Maybe you would take some other form of payment?”
The scene quickly got away from Nordbak as the guy kept stuttering that he just needed the cash. Mistress Erin finally broke it up, striding into the room to pay the bewildered pizza delivery guy.
On his next delivery, he brought a posse of eager friends to the dungeon.
Clients were full of surprises. Nordbak — dressed in a pink tutu and white corset — was sent to service “Sissy Harry” with instructions to look shocked while humiliating the size of his penis.
“Whine about how you thought it would be bigger,” she was told.
Feigning surprise was not a problem when Sissy Harry revealed his rather prodigious package. Still, she managed to choke out again and again, “Why is it so small?”
After an hour, Harry brought his magic beanstalk back down to size with an indescribable gymnastic feat.
Harvey (another pseudonym) was a client who pushed Nordbak as far as he could. He claimed to be into light spanking, but his sessions were never that.
“Make sure he doesn’t sneak any heavy implements into the room,” she was warned. “It’s his favorite move and he’ll hit you with something way too heavy when you aren’t looking.”
Their scene took place in the dungeon’s “classroom,” where she appeared as a schoolgirl reporting to the principal. Harvey draped her over his knees for a hand spanking.
When he bent her over the desk and used paddles, the action was bearable at first — but not for long. Nordbak foolishly refused to react even as it became obvious that silent defiance was the wrong call.
“Some want to hear the girls make noise of pleasures,” she explains. “Others want to hear squeals and grunts of pain. Some want tears. I didn’t make a peep.”
Though she knew Harvey could tell she was in agony, Nordbak refused to break. Behind her back, he grabbed a decorative ruler from the wall and struck her so viciously that “my mind exploded in pain.”
Nordbak struggled to stop him, but Harvey held her down. At the end of the session, her skin was broken and bleeding — though she learned two critical lessons.
One was to assert herself sooner than later. The other was that Arnica works wonders on bruises.
Another glossary word is SAM, smart-assed Masochist, the most difficult Sub for a Domme to control. Nordbak stumbled into the role one night when her client Tom was so lame with the whip she couldn’t stop giggling.
“A SAM will talk back, laugh at you, demand more at every turn,” she recounted. “If you can break a SAM it feels great, but it leaves both of you exhausted and sometimes unhappy.
“As a Domme, I learned not to give into them.”
She tried to give Tom what he wanted that night, but he caught her giggling again at his finale. Nordbak realized she was developing an attitude problem as a Sub.
It was Dom, the Dungeon’s lone male Domme, who provided an education in what it really means to be a Sub. The session involved a blindfold, Vampire gloves, a knotted rope and a spanking horse.
She collapsed sobbing in Dom’s arms afterward. He explained that she was in the “Sub space,” having totally lost control. As a Domme, her job was to take clients there.
While those clients would find the experience euphoric, many needed tender cradling afterward to right themselves. There was much to learn on the way to being a Domme.
The right selection of crops and whips from the inventory wall was critical to keeping control. But hands-on experience was essential in learning to inflict plain.
A client named Alex eagerly submitted to serving as her practice dummy. After being introduced by his Domme as a “worthless piece of s—,” he was ready to roll.
Nordbak unveiled an array of hand paddles and various floggers, ranging from riding crops to rattan canes. Electro-play — involving toys with names like the Violet Wand — would wait.
The cane posed a real challenge. Even cracking it next to the skin could send a Sub into shivers. Wrapping it around a Sub’s body when striking a blow only make the implement unpredictable.
Sometimes, the strike was crueler than intended and skin was broken. Nordbak misplaced a few blows, but even a session that ended in tears usually sent a Sub home satisfied.
Alex’s reward was to lick clean the soles of her boots as she spewed abuse at him.
In time, she could wield a bullwhip with the best of them and crack a swirling single tail whip with elegance and menace.
Nordbak’s goal was earning her stripes as a Switch. The day of the test, she appeared before the Dungeon’s owner, Lady Caterina, with another trainee, The Minx, as her “bottom.”
Her rope work was weak, Nordbak knew, but she had the basics of bondage down. She also was strong in the torture of male genitalia, an art in itself. The latter soon came in helpful when a major movie star walked into her session room.
Nordbak’s test scene was almost child’s play: Face-slapping, verbal humiliation and nipple torture with paddles and a light flogger at hand. Nothing she hadn’t already done a hundred times before.
It was Mr. Mega-Movie Star who taught her a trick not to be found in a BDSM big primer.
On his first visit, he swaggered into the room wearing shades and smacking gum, while flashing the “million-dollar smile” recognizable to anyone on the planet.
Nordbak quickly roped him to a cross and with a combination of flogging and tugging, drove him wild. Afterwards as they cleaned up, he promised a surprise when he came round again.
Next time, she took him directly in the depths of the dungeon into the cave. His first sexy move was to pull off the sunglasses that made him more recognizable, not less, and perch them on her nose.
Mega-Movie Star reached into a small leather satchel and produced a selection of urethral sounds, metal rods for insertion. A long time practitioner, he handed Nordbak the thickest one.
Nothing more can be said except that it ended happily for both. Mistress Scarlett took almost as much sexual pleasure as her client when he coached her through several variations.
Even so, after two years the same-old-sado of the Dungeon was growing old. In retirement, she freelanced a wild scene that shocked even the jaded at Burning Rock.
But Mistress Scarlett dropped the whip for the right man.
Kris worked the site construction where she was employed. At first he was almost too gentlemanly, but she adjusted. They married, and now have a young son.
These days, Nordbak is best known online for her mommy-blog ‘Baby in a Backpack.’ She and her husband travel the world with their boy, visiting exotic locales while staying in luxury hotels.
Happy ending? You know it.
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