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People often ask me “what is the weirdest thing you’ve ever done (in a session)?” and my first instinct is to say “well, what’s weird?” because what’s strange to one person is just normal everyday fare for another (or the extremely jaded).

It’s true that I’ve had a lot of unusual requests and seen some freaky shit in my day, but after scanning the internet for wacky sex links, even I’m shocked at just how many fetishes and strange sex practices there are! Almost everyday some new undiscovered fetish pops up and, like clockwork, a website is devoted to its existence. So with this column I’ll explore some of the more bizarre sex practices I’ve discovered.

One of the strangest (and disgusting) clients I ever saw was a dungeon regular called “Pooty Bill”, known for his fascination with, well, fecal matter. Pooty loved to talk all about the #2, but the catch was he never wanted you to call it “shit”, but instead wanted more proper terminology such as “BM”, “poot”, “feces”, or“doody” to be used.

The session consisted of him asking about my recent BM’s, i.e. what they looked like, how big they were, or what consistency the most recent one was and vice versa. The pooty talk continued on while he was leaned over a spanking horse, fully clothed, while receiving a harsh spanking for his naughtiness. As the spanking grew harder and the shit-talk grew nastier, Pooty would then actually do the nasty deed (we’re not talking orgasm here, either) in his undershorts and continue to be spanked, resulting in a big ‘ole mess.

The kicker was that he actually wanted to be cleaned up afterwards, like a baby, but I refused to do this (as did many of the other mistresses who saw him). Pooty was an odd and very smelly man, but often good for a giggle or two at the dungeon I worked, where he achieved legendary status. The mistresses dreaded his arrival and there were often arguments over who would see him in session since many of the girls would not. In our particular session, I forced an enema on him and made him clean himself up, which turned him on nonetheless. Not surprisingly, he loved to be talked to in a condescending manner and had a mild case of infantilism.

The most painful fetish I ever saw performed was that of sound, the practice of inserting objects into the urethra in order to stretch it out (it is rumored to enhance sexual pleasure). Many sex toy stores sell sound kits, which usually consist of long metal surgical tools that graduate in size from pencil-thin to slightly larger. The particular client I saw it performed on had brought in his own tools (this is not recommended) varying from pens to makeup brushes and wanted them inserted into his penis from smallest to largest. I made the mistake of letting him grip my hand as the other mistress carried out the task and I must say, I ended up feeling his pain. Why would someone want this done to him or her? Like many of the dungeon clients, he had suffered sexual abuse as a child and this was essentially his way of purging his demons.

Many fetishes, in fact, stem from childhood obsessions or fascinations, such as the memory of the first time someone got sexually aroused and what caused it. Often people resort to certain childhood behaviors in order to feel more comfortable in what might be an otherwise uncomfortable situation. A good client of mine likes to have cigarettes put out on his feet and his hands used as ashtrays because of abuse he suffered by a group of women growing up. I notice he’s often nervous in other social situations, but immediately becomes comfortable when the torture begins.

Infantilism, or those who get turned on by dressing up and acting like babies, probably stems from those who first were sexually aroused while still in diapers. Plushies, the fetish for those who like to fuck stuffed animals, has obvious childhood connotations for those who first got it on with Raggedy Ann or Andy.

Then there was the guy who wanted a golf ball teed off from his mouth. I have no idea what this fetish is called or if any websites devoted to its practice exist, but that, my friends, is weird.