I saw a lot of wedding rings on the fingers of the men who came to see me. I can’t say I saw it all because every time I thought that something even stranger would come along.
The worst thing I ever had to deal with was a guy who was an insane stalker. He would not stop calling he any time he was high on cocaine and he was always high. He would demand that I drive like 300 miles to kidnap him and force him to become a transsexual.
The man truly was insane. He made the mistake of meeting me in person at an isolated motel out in the Hamptons. I had two pro fem doms with me. He ended up running naked into the night screaming for help. His ID and credit cards had been cut up and his clothing was on the roof. He was screaming because of where I put the Ben Gay ointment. That was a fun night.
Since he had promised us $10,000 for the night to be dominated by the three of us we figured he could pay the motel. I ripped pipes from the wall and the girls slashed the mattresses and broke everything in the room. The room was under his credit card. I would estimate he would have been charged a good $10,000 if not more. We destroyed that room and flooded it.