• Mon, Aug 20 2012

Harlotry: I Auditioned For Fetish Porn & Ended Up Getting Harassed By A Total Creep

When I arrived at the hotel room, I was surprised to find that its only occupants were a man claiming to be the producer and a camera mounted on a tripod. I’d expected there would be at least one assistant, but who was I to pooh-pooh this one man’s dream? If a one-man startup was what it took to get my foot in the fetish porn door, so be it.

As I went over payment with the so-called producer, he explained that the site should be open within a month (hence the place holder). Then he brought up the subject of implements. He laid a number of objects out on the hotel room desk in front of me. They ranged from one of the cute, pink leather paddles they sell at the kinds of sex shops patronized by groups of giggling young women through to a ruler, a hairbrush, a much heavier wooden paddle and an actual cane. Having never been caned before, I decided this was not the time to start and told Mr. Producer that everything was fine up until that. No matter, though: he seemed truly elated that I hadn’t stopped at the ruler and I suddenly felt much more confident about my chances of actually being accepted as one of the regular performers on his site.

As I disrobed and got on all fours–butt pointed at the camera–the only thing that seemed unusual was the man’s complete lack of excitement. It seemed strange to me that someone would start a business venture without any actual interest in the subject of that business but as Mr. Producer ran through the increasingly stinging spanking implements, I found it hard to give the matter much thought. Despite the fact that he had maneuvered himself just out of frame and stood, consequently, at a very awkward angle, Mr. Producer managed to hit extremely hard blows. While the spanking itself didn’t bother me, I started to wonder if $250 was really enough considering how long it was likely to be before I could sit down comfortably.

After about fifteen minutes of spanking, Mr. Producer told me he had enough footage to determine whether or not I was right for the site, but from what h’d seen I was “perfect.” He assured me he just had to watch the footage to “make sure” I looked good on film. As I put my clothes back on, he asked me about my life, where I was from, if I had a boyfriend, and how said boyfriend felt about my line of work. I answered honestly, without going into too much detail, but found it somewhat strange that this man was asking the questions most men ask sex workers they hire for personal enjoyment, rather than professional partnership. He informed me that he’d be watching the footage that afternoon and would email me by the next day to tell me if I was in or out. I went out to the waiting car with a song in my heart and a pronounced purple hue to my ass.

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  • Andrea

    I always find these articles in a strange way both equally disturbing and entertaining.. but this had me especially confounded in that you described the “…degradation of your average minimum wage job” and then continued to be spanked by a strange man you met on Craigslist. I suppose just shows how different we all really are.. to each her own :)

    • Libby

      I had the same reaction.

  • eileenaroone

    Get out! Men who advertise for fetish porn models are usually so charming. I’m sorry yours was not.

  • Lauren L.

    If this was around 2010, I would say the “YOU GONNA GET RAPED!” video would have been appropriate, good lord, you should have brought an escort (no puns) with you at least. Glad nothing bad happened to you, though!

  • Naomi

    I’ve worked in the adult industry (mostly on the fetishy side) and I’ve worked as a waitress and in corporate America. I can say for myself, the fetish work was far less personally degrading.