A day or two after I posted my weekly advertisement, I got an email from a gentleman who expressed an interest in an â€śunusual scenario.â€ť He didnâ€™t say any more about the scene, but asked if I was interested in more information and warned me that a few other girls he had approached were all scared off by it. He did not sign his name. Needless to say, I was intrigued. While I was somewhat skeptical about exactly how boundary pushing his particular fantasy was, I was also very much aware that he might actually ask for something completely shocking.
I replied immediately, asking him to elaborate on what he was looking for. I assured him that I was not most girls, and that even if his fantasy wasnâ€™t up my alley, I’d certainly not judge him for his tastes. He replied a few hours later, detailing exactly what he wanted: D/s (Dominant/submissive) role-play with me playing a plantation ownerâ€™s wife, and him playing a slave. He signed his email â€śSambo.â€ť I immediately felt somewhat uncomfortable. While I understood this would be consensual and hopefully enjoyable role-play, the racist aspect bothered me. Was this okay? Did participating in a reenactment of one of my countryâ€™s most shameful chapters of history make me somehow racist?
Despite my misgivings, I agreed to discuss it further and arranged a phone call for the next day. I was at a point in my life where I considered it almost shameful to be shocked by anything short of genocide, rape, and the like. I was fairly certain that turning down this client would make me less interesting. Besides the shameatf being shocked, I was still more concerned that turning this client down on the basis of his race–well, how he wanted to play with and explore it–would be more racist than playing the role of a plantation mistress.
I had to at least make an effort to pursue this scene.