I've owned nipple clamps since 1990.
It’s perhaps a funny way to measure my love of kink. I’ve been kinky for longer than this, my earliest erotic proclivities all involved some aspect of female dominance, even if I didn’t understand them as such at the time.
But it wasn’t until 1990, my freshman year at Brown University, that I realized my fantasies had names and even accessories. That was the year a group of us piled into a car and drove from Providence, Rhode Island to Waltham, Massachusetts on a pilgrimage to Vernon’s, a cross-dressing boutique that also carried sex toys and a smattering of BDSM gear, where I bought my first pair of nipple clamps.
Vernon’s was on a quaint New England street, the front room was sparsely stocked with high heel pumps in very large sizes, waist cinchers and padded panties, breast forms and gaffs, and a cosmetics counter with high coverage foundation, three shades of coral lipstick, and strips of false eyelashes. The back room had more sinister stuff, black leather paddles and riding crops, long tailed whips, and in a glass cabinet rows of nickel-plated nipple clamps on shiny silver chains.
The clover clamps were both the most ornate and the firmest grip in the case, and while my friends twittered and gawked and bought condoms and lube, I pulled out $16 for the clamps, which felt like a fortune, a ridiculous luxury. I wore those clamps with pride off the epaulet of my leather motorcycle jacket, at ACT UP and Queer Nation actions, but also to my classes and in the quad. Gay boys would run up to me in the library, clamp their nipples through their t-shirts, and follow me around the stacks like puppies on a leash. It would be a few more years before I would see a leather pride flag and the inside of a dungeon, but I knew then who I was and what I wanted.
I started playing professionally in San Francisco in 1995, and began teaching on the topic out of my own passions and fantasies, and a deep commitment to the practice of BDSM for wellness and happiness. This year marks 26 amazing years as a BDSM professional, educator, and guide. In the course of my practice, I've earned two advanced degrees in clinical psychology (that's Dr. Mistress to you). I've taught all over the country, mentored talented emerging Dominas, and created Maison de la Maitresse, San Francisco's premiere boutique dungeon and nursery.
I’ve built a practice around my own passions for traditional domestic discipline, feminization, and diaper dominance, as well as more traditional SM pursuits like inescapable bondage, precision torments, and compassionate sadism. I like to introduce novice explorers and veteran players alike to a style of kinky exchange that's graceful, intense, loving, and skilled. I've also recently launched my kink counseling site, loveyourkink.com, with a focus on relationship counseling for kinky people.
I practice relational SM, which is to say I’m interested in building deep connection, communication, and trust with those I work with. My greatest satisfaction comes from unlocking kinky passions in the lives of those I come in contact with in the dungeon and the classroom. I welcome players of all persuasions and experience levels, and individuals and couples of all gender and sexual orientations.
I have the best submissives, bottoms, babies, and sissies in the whole wide world.
And those clover clamps? They’re kept in the top drawer of the Precision Torment cabinet, next to the throne in the front room of Maison de la Maîtresse. Come on over and see them sometime.
But it wasn’t until 1990, my freshman year at Brown University, that I realized my fantasies had names and even accessories. That was the year a group of us piled into a car and drove from Providence, Rhode Island to Waltham, Massachusetts on a pilgrimage to Vernon’s, a cross-dressing boutique that also carried sex toys and a smattering of BDSM gear, where I bought my first pair of nipple clamps.
Vernon’s was on a quaint New England street, the front room was sparsely stocked with high heel pumps in very large sizes, waist cinchers and padded panties, breast forms and gaffs, and a cosmetics counter with high coverage foundation, three shades of coral lipstick, and strips of false eyelashes. The back room had more sinister stuff, black leather paddles and riding crops, long tailed whips, and in a glass cabinet rows of nickel-plated nipple clamps on shiny silver chains.
The clover clamps were both the most ornate and the firmest grip in the case, and while my friends twittered and gawked and bought condoms and lube, I pulled out $16 for the clamps, which felt like a fortune, a ridiculous luxury. I wore those clamps with pride off the epaulet of my leather motorcycle jacket, at ACT UP and Queer Nation actions, but also to my classes and in the quad. Gay boys would run up to me in the library, clamp their nipples through their t-shirts, and follow me around the stacks like puppies on a leash. It would be a few more years before I would see a leather pride flag and the inside of a dungeon, but I knew then who I was and what I wanted.
I started playing professionally in San Francisco in 1995, and began teaching on the topic out of my own passions and fantasies, and a deep commitment to the practice of BDSM for wellness and happiness. This year marks 26 amazing years as a BDSM professional, educator, and guide. In the course of my practice, I've earned two advanced degrees in clinical psychology (that's Dr. Mistress to you). I've taught all over the country, mentored talented emerging Dominas, and created Maison de la Maitresse, San Francisco's premiere boutique dungeon and nursery.
I’ve built a practice around my own passions for traditional domestic discipline, feminization, and diaper dominance, as well as more traditional SM pursuits like inescapable bondage, precision torments, and compassionate sadism. I like to introduce novice explorers and veteran players alike to a style of kinky exchange that's graceful, intense, loving, and skilled. I've also recently launched my kink counseling site, loveyourkink.com, with a focus on relationship counseling for kinky people.
I practice relational SM, which is to say I’m interested in building deep connection, communication, and trust with those I work with. My greatest satisfaction comes from unlocking kinky passions in the lives of those I come in contact with in the dungeon and the classroom. I welcome players of all persuasions and experience levels, and individuals and couples of all gender and sexual orientations.
I have the best submissives, bottoms, babies, and sissies in the whole wide world.
And those clover clamps? They’re kept in the top drawer of the Precision Torment cabinet, next to the throne in the front room of Maison de la Maîtresse. Come on over and see them sometime.