Kiosk - Fantasy Female (page 3)

Fantasy Female: The Real Life of Victoria King
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From 9 p.m. to 12:20 a.m., Mistress Victoria sits in room 291 enjoying the room service, courtesy of her tardy submissive. Alone to enjoy her client’s $500-plus a night room, four-course meal, and cocktails, Mistress Victoria takes her time applying her makeup and zipping up her thigh-high leather boots. Unlike the Mistress Victoria on her website—dressed in a see-through latex bodysuit and patent-leather stilettos—Mistress Victoria is surprisingly average-looking this evening, wearing a gray tank top with matching gray trousers, and her makeup is minimal, even conservative.

Half an hour before her “sub” is set to arrive, Mistress Victoria takes several items from her gym bag and places them next to the complimentary robe provided by the spa hotel. First she removes two switches, thin rods used for swatting— one long, thin, and made of wood, the other made of nylon. Next comes a paddle. It’s mostly for show because in a hotel setting she’ll need to keep things quieter than she would in her studio. Mistress Victoria carefully lays out a bullwhip, eight feet of black leather with tassels at the end. She places a pair of metal handcuffs and a comically small pair of “fingercuffs” next to the whip. Mistress Victoria tests the keys to the cuffs first, admitting that she has forgotten the right keys on at least one occasion. She removes a leather eyemask from her gym bag and places it over her head, checking to make sure “Slave Rubbish” will be completely blind during the session. Then comes out duct tape, acupuncture needles, alcohol swabs, a black leather gag, and about eight feet of cotton rope (nylon tends to slip). She’s missing something.

“Son of a bitch!” she exclaims. She forgot the women’s panties. She becomes even more upset when she realizes she didn’t wear any underwear of her own to the session that she could have given her submissive to wear.

The missing underwear aside, Mistress Victoria falls into a cushioned chair and lets out a sigh. “Poor guy,” she muses, “he’s going to be so tired. A few swats and he’ll be off to bed!”

The front of Victoria’s domination studio, located in Orange County, looks like any other middle-class, suburban, single-family home. Victoria has turned what was previously a dump into a tasteful, modest, sand-colored home with an olive roof, and large white New England cottage-style windows with matching olive shutters. There’s a tall tree on a well-groomed lawn, and at the base of the tree lies a sign of the family pet: Pete’s dog leash.

There are pictures of the inside of her studio on her website, but the interior looks more unfinished in person. Victoria herself even looks a little “unfinished” as she pads around her studio in black sandals, blue jeans, and a white button-down shirt.

The front entrance of the studio opens into a living room-like area with a fireplace, coffee table, a large black leather chair lined with metal studs off to one side, and a tall, black leather spanking bench in the center of the room. “This spanking bench is from London,” Victoria explains, running her hand along its side. “This particular one I had shipped from the UK and it is by far the best there is out there. It was very expensive. It’s very comfortable and it’s got all those straps so everyone loves this.”

The leather bench is easily the room’s most attention-getting piece of furniture. The shape of the bench is best described as having the basic shape of a kneeling person. Four leather straps hang from each side of the bench— two for each arm and thigh, and two for each of the calves. While the straps aren’t a mandatory part of the spanking session, they are there for use on clients who are into extreme bondage.

“This whole room had to stay kind of domesticated for people who want over-the-knee spanking from the mother or the babysitter,” Victoria explains. “I might hit them and then give them a consecutive five, ten, and then go answer my phone, use the computer. They don’t know what I’m doing, all they can hear is me walking around. What they’re thinking though, is another thing. They’re thinking they can’t get away, Mistress is going to be back here, I know she is, and I don’t know how many she’s going to give me when she gets back here. So they’re so anxiety-ridden… it’s really fun! That’s the part I like— scaring them and then letting them wait.”

The Sling Room is a little over half the size of the living room with a black floor and bold, brick-red walls. Attached by a pulley system to the four corners of the room’s ceiling are the chains of a black leather sling that rests in the center of the room. The sling is about two and a half feet above the floor and faces a long mirror. Victoria had this room custom-outfitted for the sling by a famous Los Angeles-area “dungeon maker.” “I can do a lot here,” muses Victoria as she looks over the sling, “I can do punishing, I do have leg pieces that go there where their legs are just kind of exposed. You can handcuff them here, you can close their legs here… and then what I do often is—just to scare them…” Victoria swats between the legs of an imaginary submissive seated on the sling, “And then there can be nipple clamps.” To demonstrate the way a submissive can position himself on the leather sling, Victoria cheerfully hops up onto the sling, spreading her legs apart on one end, resting her feet on the chains leading to the ceiling, and grasping the chains on the opposite end with her hands. She looks up, grinning.

Behind the sling room is a bedroom area complete with a queen-size four-poster bed. In one corner of the room stands a display of mannequin heads with Barbie faces, staring emotionlessly into space and wearing tacky blonde wigs on their shiny plastic heads. As a whole, the room looks like the dream bedroom of Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs. The sight that truly drives home that impression is the black cage sitting next to the stand of doll heads. The cage is made of iron, about three and a half feet tall and three feet wide, and has bars an inch wide on the sides. “My overnight people who are out-of-towners, instead of them staying in a hotel, they go off and stay here,” explains Victoria, “and I, of course, have to sleep in here—I can’t leave them alone.” It’s not all torture, though— Victoria does supply them with pillows and a blanket. Oh, and it is worth mentioning that their sleep is all “on the clock;” they pay for every uncomfortable hour they spend sleeping in the cage.

(conclusion on page 4)