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SISSY SLUT
The enormous white house with the Grecian columns on the white painted verandah stands dark and silent at the foot of a dead end street, on a tree-lined ravine overlooking the Rouge River. Two a.m., September 3, 1993. I peer at the jagged pen marks that I hastily scrawled on a yellow post-it sticker: 2133 Willowbank Lane, Scarborough. Yeah, this is the place. Two cars and a motorcycle sit in the driveway: a red Mazda Miata, a black Nissan Pathfinder and a gold customized Harley Davidson. The vehicles make me nervous; I know he's not alone.
"Shit!" I drum my fingers on the red leather steering wheel. I don't normally do outcalls in Scarbeeria, but I saw only half a dozen clients this week. And my intuition didn't alarm me when we negotiated the scene on the phone: "Please, Mistress," he said. "Make me your sissy slut." Translation: "I want you to humiliate me, force me to suck your cock and fuck me in the ass."
I gaze at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Blue tinted glasses with heavy black frames mask my eyes and cast a cold shadow on my white, white skin. A black leather biker hat, the brim trimmed in shiny steel chain and planted on a platinum page boy wig, frames my face. I smile. Four cosmetically enhanced canines: sharp, pointy, deadly-looking, smile back. I unzip the black canvas bag on the passenger seat. I dig past a leather collar and matching restraints, under my braided cat o' nine tails and Picador riding crop, until I find Big Boy -- a thick, eight-inch black dildo cinched securely in a leather strap-on harness. I give him a squeeze.
"Don't worry, my boy. We'll be just fine." I zip up the bag, grab a black leather jacket from the back seat and pull it over the black leather catsuit, laced tightly on my body. Ten stainless steel stalactites -- sharp enough to gouge a face, long enough to core an eyeball -- stud the shoulders of my jacket. I light a cigarette and wedge my car keys between the fingers of my gloved hand. I walk across a path of interlocked bricks, careful to avoid catching the heels of...