Hello, my name is Lvrn and I am a highly respected member of the community. As you can see, I am modestly but well-dressed and I am neat and clean in my habits. In fact, friends who come to my house often remark that they have never seen such a clean house – so clean it always sparkles. So that has become my nickname, Ms Sparkles. It makes me smile to myself, if only they knew what it takes to keep my residence in such a pristine state. And when I have guests over, they are fed the most delicious, perfectly cooked food you could ever wish for. So, I have gained a reputation as somewhat of a Domestic Goddess, certainly not a mantle I deserve but one I have worked hard to attain.

You see, I have secret and as far as secrets go, it’s a doozy! I will only tell you if you promise that you will not breathe a word of it. Afterall, I do have a reputation to uphold.
Okay, you’ve promised so here it is. I am not what I seem and in fact, I live a double life. From 9am until 2pm, I’m Ms Lvrn Stcy who works as a receptionist at doctor’s clinic. Dr Sttch works at the hospital in the afternoon hence my early knock-off time. It suits me as it is just a cover for my real vocation.

You see, I’m really a Dominatrix.

Now settle down and stop imagining leather and whips and goodness knows what else you have in your mind and let me explain. I offer a completely different service and one that I pride myself on as being unique. You see, my clients (who are always male) come to me for what I call Domestic Domination. As bizarre as it sounds, there are actually men out there who want to be submitted to domestic drudgery.

Let me explain with a few examples (and no, I won’t be naming them or giving any clues to their identities – a fundamental principle of the Domineering Profession). There’s Mr A, who holds a very senior position in a company who tells me that after a day ordering people around and having them at his beck and command, there is nothing more soothing than to don a pinny and clean my house. And I don’t let him off easy either; sometimes I make him clean my oven over and over just for the fun of it. Of course, my role as a Domestic Dominatrix is to either not notice his efforts or deliberately ignore them as being too inconsequential to notice (sound familiar ladies?) This then makes Mr A redouble his efforts.

Then there’s Mr B who has been one of my biggest challenges. Mr B is quite a good-looking chap but has been unable to sustain any long-term relationships owing to what has been termed by some as “toxic masculinity”. Whatever the case, I brooked no argument from Mr B but set him cleaning my bathroom, with a toothbrush. How did I manage this you ask? Well, I can’t give away all my Dominatrix secrets as I would do myself out of a job, but I will say, it may have involved a locked bathroom door and Taylor Swift music played on repeat. They all break eventually (thanks Taylor). Mr B now says that cleaning my bathroom gives him such relief, as constantly living up to the expectations to be a toxic male was exhausting him. I think he has even grown to like Taylor Swift music, which I guess he will need to keep secret from his friends (who, from the sound of it are all very masculine and could do with a bit of domestic domineering themselves).

I have another client, Mr C, who finds cooking rather erotic. We found that out by accident as one day my house had been cleaned so thoroughly by the previous 3 clients that I had to come up with another plan. So, I made Mr C start cooking – simple things to begin with – and through my constant criticism, often making him make something over and over until it met my standards (in truth I just didn’t have all the ingredients needed for anything else) it turns out he found it rather stimulating. It seems that his love life was in the doldrums but now he races home when our session has finished. I imagine his wife was greatly surprised at this change in her husband, but I hope she appreciates all my hard work (oops, no pun intended). Oh, and I always leave the house when Mr C is cooking as there are some things I don’t want to see. I guess one day he will stop coming to me and have the confidence to start cooking at home. More surprises in store for his wife.

I could go on as I have quite a few clients, but I think you get picture. I honestly don’t understand why there is such a call on my services, people are definitely strange, but it suits me perfectly as I absolutely hate doing anything domestic myself.
Now, remember you promised not to say anything. My clients rely on my confidentiality and while they can tell others (my clients are all word-of-mouth) you cannot!

Well, I can hear some strange sounds coming from my kitchen where I have tasked Mr C with creating a 4-course dinner for me and 3 of my friends tonight, so I’m off for a pleasant afternoon at the shopping mall. I think I will buy a nice sequined dress to match my Ms Sparkles persona.