IT IS a first, as I have not before been taught the finer points of dominatrix phone sex. My teacher is sassy Jassy Mackenzie, whose book, Folly, is selling up a storm.
We are sitting in the sunny garden of a coffee shop with little children whooping around us and Mackenzie, who has the perfect voice — clear, sharp, dictatorial — is trying to convince me I’d be perfect for the job.
"You revolting little worm, get down on your knees, lick my shoes and then clean the house, it’s filthy." She’s describing a typical dominatrix chat. She has had male callers vacuuming their homes at 3am in response to her commands.
"You have to humiliate them, shout at them, and slap your hands together to count down the blows. It’s easy because it is they who have made the call, wanting to submit."
The male callers tend to be bosses who crave a balance in life, she says, and submitting helps them to attain that. It is fascinating that a man with workplace authority wants to be dominated to such a degree — "They have to have the power in order to give it away," she says.