Craigslist — Personals (Strictly Platonic... Kind of)

Subject: Consent is Given. Shame is Taken.

You’re from out of town. That’s important. We want someone whose shame is portable—something you can carry back to your regular life in Boston, or Boise, or wherever you learned to ask permission to want.

We’re two women. No, not escorts. Not dommes. Not actresses. Just two girls who know what it means to make a man feel himself dissolve.

Clara: 23, tall, blonde-ish (depends on the week), body like a sinkhole—soft in all the places men fall into and can’t climb out. She wears too much lip gloss and says cruel things in a sweet voice. You’ll do anything she says because she says it like she’s already bored of your resistance.

June: 30, dark-haired, unreadable face, dresses like a philosopher who moonlights in fetish clubs. She’ll ask about your mother while tying your hands behind your back. She doesn’t smile. You’ll want her to. You’ll fail. That failure will stay with you.

You’ll arrive at the motel at 3:00. We’ll have prepared the room: plastic sheeting, a single chair, a drink (unspiked, unless you ask).

You’ll be given one choice:

Mouth soaping, then spanking

Spanking, then mouth soaping

We don’t care which. We care that you choose. That you participate in your undoing.

You’ll be told to repeat phrases. Clara will make you say things like “I deserve this.” June will correct your grammar. You’ll come when we say you can. Not before. If you do, you’ll clean it with your shirt.

We’re not here to mother you. Or to save you. But you might leave feeling like you were witnessed. In a way that’s never happened before.

No money. No cameras (unless you want to be recorded). No touching without permission. No apologies afterward.

Don’t ask us why we do this. Ask yourself why you’re still reading.

Send a photo. Include the word “obedience” in the subject line.

We'll choose you if you're interesting.

Or pathetic in the right way.

Or if you remind us of someone we’re not done punishing yet.