A New Chapter
By Elizabeth Swan on
Those of you that follow my Twitter account may be aware that I am leaving my dungeon. As some of you have contacted me to check I am okay I thought it was time to explain. And also to assure you that I am not hanging up my whips but rather working in a different way for the foreseeable future. I had been at my place for two years and I could have stayed longer if I wished but I was beginning to have a few small issues with the neighbouring businesses. Those of you who have visited me know who they are. New locks were put on doors to make my access more difficult (resolved when a local tramp also took issue with it and broke it) but what I found most annoying was that I couldn't even go into my local pub for a drink without being stared at and asked questions like “What do you actually do?” and considering I was writing at the time and not spanking a client over my knee suggested he knew something. People talk and if they don't know the facts they like to make up their own version. I like to be anonymous which is one of the reasons I love London. I grew up in a tiny village and although a more beautiful and idyllic a childhood couldn't be found as an adult it wore thin quickly. Also children can be quirky and nonconformist in ways an adult can't. As all my school friends got married and pregnant in their late teens and early twenties I was viewed with suspicion. I was either a possible home wrecker or even worse in their eyes...a lesbian. I left and after a few years I found myself in London. I could ramble on about the middle years that led me from a girl who taught at a Methodist Sunday school to a dominatrix but I've already gone massively off topic. I shall save it for the book. Which brings me (finally) to my point. Much as I loved working from my own dungeon there was serious downsides. Aside from what I have mentioned there is also the money factor. Self-employed with huge overheads meant I could NEVER be ill. Or go on a proper holiday. And now I can. At the same time should I choose! Those of you that are not familiar with the law may think why don't I share the rent with a work colleague? Less working hours and half the rent. But unfortunately within my industry two women cannot work together. Even though I don't have sex with my clients the police will use condoms as evidence that sex is taking place should they gain entry (so to speak) and we could be charged with assisting in the management of a brothel. It does happen, particularly if the police find money on the premises. Any more than a thousand can be confiscated under POCA (Proceeds of Crime Act), which the police get to keep a percentage of. Which brings me back to where I am now. Soon to be homeless and jobless, right? Of course bloody not. I will just be working less. Outcalls I shall do as and when, you gents know who you are. As for incalls I will be available Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday from hotels in central London or a dungeon should you prefer. And I can finally tour! Something I have wanted to do for a while now but wasn’t able to. In conclusion I am happy and excited about the future. Thanks to everyone for your support.Elizabeth Swan