Confession of domino Izabela (31): Known Belgrade businessmen pay me 50 euros to do all these AWFUL things to them

- One came to me with a stick, blind. Every time he asked to beat him up for 30 euros. He can't see a thing, but i still beat him. Sometimes he adds 20 euros to shout at him while blood drips from his nose - said Izabela

- You have ten minutes to ask question, just till i finish my tea. Everything after that i will charge you, as if you are a customer - said Izabela, Belgrade domino lady, who men pay to torture them and call them slaves. She says it with some kind of odd feminine firmness in tone, not even Margaret Thatcher had that in her voice.

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After only one sentence, I understand why men pay to be abused. That's who i call it because i find it hard to understand the most of the things i read and saw preparing for this conversation.

- When i drink the tea, it takes half an hour until it starts working. That's why i will call one of my slaves to come in - Izabela interrupts my thoughts.

In the moment nothing crosses my mind what would tea drinking have to do with the arrival of "slave".

- You are too vanilla (the expression for those who don't like S&M) to understand that. My customers are the most perverse people you can imagine. They are all married, rich Belgrade businessmen, accomplished people only by appearance, that can have anything they want. And then again, they pay 50 euros to me to take a sh*t in their mouth. And then they have to eat it. If they don't eat it all they pay 20 euros penalty - Izabela laughs while she speaks, but i feel some kind of ridicule in her voice.

With somewhat more serious tone she continues to explains that all of her clients have special phones to talk to her. They call that "slave phone". Every morning they must send her a message "Good morning mistress, i am your slave". Then she decides which one will she see that day.

- One came to me with a stick, blind. Every time he asked to beat him up for 30 euros. He can't see a thing, but i still beat him. Sometimes he adds 20 euros to shout at him while blood drips from his nose. The other one asks me to beat him on his testicles, to kick him until he starts p*ssing blood. That costs 50 euros - she dictates the prices of services in cold blood.

The most extreme pay her to pierce needles in their penis while they are erected. Or to wrap them in chicken foil.

- They are turned on when they feel abused, they beg me to wrap them and to stop their blood flow. One session lasts for half an hour. And that is all they get from me, without any sexual services. I am maybe domino, but i am not a prostitute - for the first time since she started talking to me, i feel like her voice has softened and perhaps the need to justify herself.

And maybe its just my imagination.

- Don't think i can make a lot of money out of this. 1000 euros per month tops. But, calculate that i constantly have to invest into new "torturing" equipment. In my wardrobe, which is mostly leather, covering little and reveals almost everything. You should live and graduate. And become a doctor one day - she explains.

Its not my imagination after all. She is justifying herself. I am letting her talk.

- Even though there are a lot of us in Belgrade, i don't know a single domino lady men pay 400 euros per seance. When you hear something like that you know its about elite prostitution. Our market is different. You have to care not to take someone's customer, because if you do so, you are gone - she is saying with the most serious voice yet.

Unlike the apartments of other domino ladies, her apartment is extremely clean. Men who come for the first time are usually surprised.

- That means they saw a lot of things before me. They are surprised when they see how young i am. I am only 31. Women who are in the business are usually over 40. 

She is stopping. I feel i should not say anything. We are quiet for some time whole Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata can be heard from somewhere from the apartment. I hear her sipping her tea and i suspect what she is about to say.

- I was in a relationship where i was a slave. Everything turned me on that i am doing to men now. And then i realized i can switch roles and make money. You know those commercials on the internet "how to make money from home?" Well, i graduated from making money at home - Izabela laughs.

First time during this conversation i am laughing too.

- That is it. I have told you everything you need to know. Now go and write a text everybody will condemn me for when they read it. I don't care. I am just a hot, long leg blond doing what is asked from me, for pretty low money - concludes Izabela, future doctor.

While we make a short goodbye, i hear a door bell on her apartment. She hangs up and i can't break loose of the feeling what is happening in a room where Beethoven was playing till now.

And i can't without thinking that there is perhaps no better future doctor than her. Who knows better the anatomy and the limits of human pain than her?

(Telegraf.co.uk / J.S.)