I was working in another dungeon setup. There was a male business owner, and the space was on the first floor of a really old building. The floors were hard wood with gauges from years of high heels and furniture being moved around. We had a porn store on the side as you came in, but there were bars across the front door and more on the inside before you could set foot in the actual space.

I had just changed into less pervy attire, when I heard the front door buzzer. Confirming with another Domina that no more sessions were booked that day, I pushed the intercom button.

"Who is this?"
"It's..(garbled)"
"I didn't quite catch that. Do you have an appointment?"
"It's (garbled)...(static)I want to have a session with a professional-uh dominatrix."
"Well you sure as fuck are going about this the wrong way! How the hell did you find this space?"

I clicked on the security cameras to make sure the guy wasn't with anyone else. My fellow Dom friend and I looked at each other with devilish grins. There was a young guy-barely 23-drenched in the rain, just waiting for a response. I gave the other Domina a knowing nod.

"We're going to let you in on one condition."
"And what's that?"
"You do everything we say without question. Is that clear?"
(Pause)
"Have you lost your courage?"
"No."
"Are you just being a pussy now?"
"Ok ok! I agree. Can I please come in?"

A loud whine of the security bars lifting filled the air. The boy promptly knocked on the door. I couldn't hold back my sadistic laughter. This male specimen had no idea what he was walking into.
After pressing a remote button to open the door, the kid almost ran face first into the second set of bars. The other Domina and I started laughing maniacally.
"You are way too fucking eager!" I shouted at him while strolling up to the bars. "Empty your pockets and slide everything through the bars."
He hesitantly did as he was told.
"Get down on your knees with your hands behind your back. Under no circumstances are you to move, speak, or do anything without permission. Is that clear?"
"Uh-yes."
"If you do anything we deem inappropriate, we're going to remove you from the premises in a very unpleasant manner. Trust us...you do not want to experience that method. Do you understand the terms of your submission?"
"Yes."
"I am going to open the second set of bars now."

As the bars slid out of the way. The boy was on his knees as was told. My Domina friend and I(I'll call her J for brevity. Although she had no name in the dream.) grabbed him by his elbows and dragged him like a rag doll into the center play area. He started shaking with his eyes wide. Domina J rapidly tied his arms and legs spread eagle to four sturdy eyebolts in the floor. I opened a chest of toys and slowly pulled out a few implements while interrogating the boy.
"Do you realize how much of a predicament you're in?"
"I was hoping to-"
"Does it look like we give a shit about your hopes? You NEVER EVER show up at a Domina's play space without booking a session. Right now it would have been better for you if we called the police."
I carefully pulled out a pair of knarled sewing sheers and cut off all his clothes. Domina J sat on his chest to hold him down. He started squirming in fear as the sheers came close to his boy bits. Despite his raging hard on, we could see the mix of sheer terror and intrigue in his eyes.
"Do you realize that seeing a Pro Domina is a privilege, not a right for every male creature with a hard on for kink? Did you even come with a tribute?"
"What's a tribute?"

Domina J sneered and spit in his face. She walked over to the door and went through the contents of his pockets. He had no wallet...just some receipts from meals and a padlock.
"Now how the hell did you expect to have a session with a Pro Domina without a tribute?"
His skin started to bead with sweat.
"You're not going to answer our questions?" Domina J balked. "I can't believe the nerve of some males."
My blood started to boil. What the hell was going on? I decided to make this experience as long and unpleasant for the boy as possible. Domina J handed me a box of 14 gauge needles. The boy started whining and trying to struggle against his bonds. I grabbed his hair and spoke millimeters from his face.
"I am going to slide each needle through your skin as slowly as humanly possible. You are going to be adorned with every needle in this box. If we think that's not enough...I'm sure we have other boxes."
Each needle going in resulted in a shrill scream from the boy. His whole body was red and shaking after the first two. Stinking sweat dripped from his armpits and forehead.
"Do you ever shower, or do you naturally smell like a pig that's rolled around in shit?" Domina J started laughing.
Hours must have passed as we slowly inserted over 300 needles into the boy. At this point he was pale, cold, and clamy. After taking turns spitting in and smacking his face, Domina J and I took an equally long time removing the needles. His blood oozed a bright red onto the floor.
"Don't think we're finished yet. This is a lesson for you. Your tribute is being payed in blood rather than dollars."
I asked Domina J to bring my scalpels.
"Since you thought with nothing but your small head," I paused to point at his penis. "We're going to make sure you never forget the consequences of not using your big head to make decisions."
The boy started screaming and thrashing wildly.
"You're not going to chop it off are you? I'll do anything! Anything!"
"We're not going to chop it off, but you won't be able to use it comfortably for a while."
"What do you mean by that?"
Domina J was losing her temper. "Do you really think you're in any position to question our actions? You're an irresponsible intruder who'll be lucky to leave with anything in tact!" She punched him in the nose. I could hear the bone crunch. Strangely, this made him quite down. He regulated his breathing and stared blankly into space. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was going into shock. Domina J and I looked at each other and walked into our kitchen area. We both grabbed a class of cool water. After hearing some whimpers, we dumped our glasses out on his face.
Slowly, I pulled out the first scalpel from its packaging. The boy tried very hard not to look at it.
"You can close your eyes, but you're going to feel every slice."
With precision, I grabbed the head of his penis and made the first slice. This slice extended his existing urethra down. His screams were near deafening. I decided to make the second vertical slice on the head more quickly in order to spare our ears.
"Congratulations! You have a pacman penis!" Domina J and I burst out laughing in a fit of girlish giggles. After containing ourselves, I pulled out the second scalpel.
"Now...you're going to wear the mark of your first lesson." I handed Domina J another scalpel. We gave each other a knowing nod.
By the time we were finished, the boy had the following permanently scarred on his chest:
I will always bring at least $250 for each hour I want to play with a Pro Dom.

After completing this bloody feat, Domina J and I tossed the naked, bleeding, and scarred boy into the raining streets of the city.

***It goes without saying that this never occured. I would never actually do this to an intruder.

Failure is not falling down. Failure is not getting up once you've fallen. Thank you to the guy who wrote this. It's strange how you read or see things and meet people when you need to. Perhaps it's further proof that we're all connected.
I've learned and grown so much this week...