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Fantasy Female: The Real Life of Victoria King
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Discomfort, a “no sex” guarantee, claustrophobia— it sounds a lot like the married lives these people come to escape from. So how does Victoria stay in business, and what is it that draws people to her studio? When asked this question, Victoria responds thoughtfully, as she does with most questions about her career. She answers these queries as though she has been answering them for years in her head but hasn’t had much experience saying them aloud. Her voice is calm and her expression contemplative. “Usually they have had a caning experience when they were seven, eight, nine, ten, in school, and the schoolmaster would call you into the office. A lot of them—a lot of them— have had that when they were little! I think just the fear— I don’t know how that connects. All of a sudden, as an adult that thing that was terribly frightening for them has now become a turn-on. That is the part I need to do a little bit more investigation of— that’s the mind.”

More than an attachment to a traumatic experience in their early childhood, Victoria believes it is basic physical contact that is the most attractive aspect of the domination experience for her clients. “I’m telling you, so many of my clients just want to be touched. It’s crazy! They’re married! I think they have no intimacy with their partners. It is sad! A lot of them do tell me that. Most of them don’t, but I can tell. Their reaction when I walk by and run my hand on their leg— that itself is a reason to be here. Having a woman taking care of you.”

Victoria loves psychology. She spends a lot of time thinking about the different psychological motivations of both her clients and herself. She is open about her experience being analyzed by psychologists, and instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she talks about it as though her experiences have given her the credentials to analyze her own clients. She’s been on the couch, and now her clients are on her couch, except on her couch you’re not thinking about your childhood— you have your pants around your ankles.

On the opposite side of the house are the more “hardcore” of Victoria’s workrooms: the München Room and The Clinic. The München Room is the most dramatic in the house, with black-padded walls and no sources of natural light. It is named after the large, frightening-looking black leather bed that takes up most of the room, the München bed. This bed functions much like a body-length spanking bench with an optional suspension device hanging from the ceiling. The bed’s mattress is made of black padded leather and is crisscrossed by studded leather strips. The legs of the bed are made of thick beams of dusky-colored wood that support the four-foot-tall “bed of torture.” The München bed offers plenty of built-in restraints, but for more serious enthusiasts there’s the option of being put in a body bag or a straitjacket while on the bed.

“I can raise their legs if I want to get underneath to their fannies,” Victoria explains as she pulls on the suspension device above the München bed. “Most of those positions are just for fear. A lot of the things I put them in—the positions—are just to make them feel really vulnerable, really exposed, and scared.”

Over time it becomes clear: there is no sex in the München room. In fact, there is never any sex going on anywhere in the studio. This is an awkward subject to bring up with someone as business-minded and professional as Victoria King, however it doesn’t escape discussion. “People who see me come here knowing they’re not going to get any sex. They know that, and that’s a lot of the reason why they like it. They get the release mentally, they get relaxed, and they don’t have to worry about fooling around. These same people I have known to also go hire escorts for full service. So one week they may have full-service sex with a woman, and then one week they’re here.”

At the back of the room are two machines designated for scare and submission. One is an electric box with extensions that lead out of it that Victoria uses to deliver mild to moderate shocks to her clients. She only does this to clients who request a more “intense type of a session,” as she puts it, and never uses the shocks above the waist for health and safety reasons. “I always ask them the same questions when they come in to see me: ‘Are you diabetic, epileptic, claustrophobic, do you wear contacts, and do you have pacemakers or any stuff like that in you?’ Then I make sure they know how to use a ‘safe’ word, which is usually ‘red’ and ‘yellow.’ Red meaning ‘stop,’ and yellow meaning ‘could you turn it down just a tad?’”

The second machine is less obvious. It is a kind of audio/visual stimulation device that includes a mask and headphones. This machine is meant to put the subject into what Victoria describes as “sub space,” a psychological state of complete meditation and submission. The mask covers the eyes and blinks bright lights in time to buzzes and beeps coming from the headset. Victoria has the ability to change the frequency of these lights and noises, depending on the desired reaction. She can make her subject go from calm to hyper-stimulated with the flick of a switch.

“Slave Rubbish” is a white male in his mid-fifties, British, and with a middle-class accent. He strolls in to the hotel room with a tired, resigned air about him. Mistress Victoria calls him closer so she can have a look at him. She commands him to kneel before her, but the tone of her voice is a mixture of aggressiveness and cordiality. When Slave Rubbish hesitates to answer or does not answer loudly enough, Mistress Victoria delivers a tight kick to the groin with her leather boot.

How was your dinner? Why were you late? You were at the bar? Did you flirt with any women? You met a hooker? Here at the hotel bar? How did you know she was a hooker? Show me how she approached you! I’ll be you, and you be the hooker!

Slave Rubbish obeys hesitantly. Clearly he isn’t one for this sort of role-playing. He sashays meekly toward Mistress Victoria who sits on the bed, pretending to ignore his advances. Slave Rubbish is an unlikely looking hooker, in his polo shirt, light-colored chinos, and loafers—his stomach ever so slightly obscuring the buckle of his belt. Playing along, Rubbish propositions her, and Mistress Victoria lets out a peal of laughter.

When Mistress Victoria has tired of the questions and games, she leads Slave Rubbish to the improvised spanking bench. Mistress Victoria undoes his belt and pulls his chinos down to his ankles, exposing a pair of blue plaid boxers, and begins to tie him up.

(continued on page 5)