Playing Darlene: The True Double Life of
a Public School Teacher & Professional Dominatrix
by Darlene
Published August 31, 2012 by Chances Press, LLC
Erotic
Memoir/Tell All
Available at:
Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/223956
Blurb:
In this eye-opening true story,
one woman recounts the double life she led working in two very different
professions…one revered and the other reviled. Darlene spent over twenty years
being thought of as a well-mannered teacher in a Southern California public
school district, but her colleagues and students would have never imagined that
for eighteen of those years she also worked as a professional dominatrix in a
dungeon.
“Playing Darlene” lets the reader
take a peek into the mysterious lives of professionals in the sex industry and
some of the jaw-dropping encounters she had with the thousands of clients whose
fantasies she helped come true. With everything from roleplaying a shopaholic
wife being spanked by her husband to wrapping up a muscular cross-dressing
client in plastic and watching him wiggle, Darlene helped men realize their
most secret desires…while she wasn’t grading school papers on her breaks.
Darlene's true stories of
balancing her two different personas are frequently shocking, at times
hilarious, and occasionally touching, but at the heart of the story is a woman
on a personal journey not only to reconcile with her past, but also to discover
the full potential of her own sexuality.
Excerpt:
Since I believe that there are no
accidents in life, it’s not surprising that one day I happened to notice among
the newspaper racks a paper that had scantily-clad young lady on the front
page. Of course I took one to see what was inside it. It was full of ads for
private dancing, massage, bachelor parties, escorts, lingerie shows, fantasies,
fetishes, and things I’d never heard of. I wanted to somehow get involved in
something, but I had no idea where to start. And these things were totally
beyond anything I’d done in the past. I mean I had studied ballet and ballroom
dancing, and acted in legitimate theater. Were the activities in this newspaper
even legal? I couldn't risk getting arrested and losing my teaching credential.
I finally called a place of
business that offered private, nude dancing. When I got there I saw it was a
real business, not someone’s house. It had been there for many years, which
proved to me that whatever was going on in there was legal and, therefore, safe
for me to do. I was nervous all right, but curiosity won out. I went in and saw
a handful of young ladies lounging around in various states of undress. I asked
the slimy (too much grease in his hair, rumpled clothing, and he badly needed a
bath) guy behind the desk what I had to know how to do in order to work there. He
looked at me as if I were crazy. I still looked like a soccer mom. He said
something like, “This isn't the place for you.” He was right. I don't know how
to describe the “type” the girls were, but I wasn't it.
But I wanted very much to be that type. To play that type. I told
the guy I was a dancer, looked great when dressed/undressed the way the girls
were, and really wanted to try it. He sort of rolled his eyes, but finally told
me to come in at noon the next day.
I showed up with my “costume” in
a bag: a lacy bra, g-string, hot pants, and spike heels. I got dressed and
positioned myself on one of the sofas in the lounge. When Mr. Slime saw me, I
could tell from the look on his face that he was thinking this may work out
after all.
He then explained the way things
worked. Some guy would just walk in off the street, look around at the girls,
and choose me. I was to take him to one of the rooms and pull the curtain
across the doorway. (There were no doors). I could dance around and take off
some or all of my clothes, but I wasn’t allowed to touch him. He could touch
himself, and there was a bottle of oil provided for this. The first time I was
selected, I felt a twinge of panic. I was used to performing dances that had
been choreographed and well-rehearsed. No one had ever taught me how to do a
striptease on purpose. Where was I supposed to look? Should I gaze into his
eyes and smile? Should I pretend he isn’t there? Or should I flat-out stare at
his dick and wait for the explosion?
I worked there for a couple of
months. I’d go in at noon, work/dance until five, change clothes, and teach my
ESL class in the evening. I got a kick out of it. Now and then, one of my
students would ask me something like, “Teacher, what did you do today?” They
wouldn't have believed me if I had told them.
I didn’t make much money with
this dancing thing. There wasn't that much business. Most of the time I was
just sitting around the lounge reading a magazine or talking to one of the
ladies. What I preferred, though, was listening to them. They discussed other
aspects of the sex industry that I knew nothing about.
Then one fateful day -- someone
mentioned slaves, whips, chains, and dungeons. That sounded like some kind of
theater (oh, good--acting again), and I wanted to know more about it. I heard
the word “Castle”, but that was it. The conversation was interrupted, and I
didn’t know where it was.
I went home that night and went
through the phone book. There must have been dozens of businesses starting with
the word “Castle”. The Castle Liquor Store, The Castle Nursery School, and even
The Castle Laundromat. I started calling. And calling. I was on a mission. “Is
this the place with the whips and chains?” I'd say over and over again. “Sorry,
lady, you've got the wrong number,” was the usual response.
This place had to be in the phone book.
And it was. Finally a guy on the
other end of the phone said in a slow drawl, “Yeah, we got that.”
I went right over.
About the Author:
Darlene was born in
Darlene will be featured in an upcoming episode of
Discovery Fit & Health's “Shocking Family Secrets.” The episode will air on
Thursday, Dec. 27th at 10PM (9PM Central).
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