Darcy Jordan

19 year old Darcy grew up in the slums in a house of 5 women. The few things he learned from his mom and 4 sisters was how to be a sassy little spitfire and how to defend yourself in the hood. Like his sisters he never knew his father or had a male role model around while growing up. And would often wear his sisters hand-me-downs when there wasn’t enough money to go around. He really didn’t care what others said about him behind his back, but even he could see how dangerous it was for someone like him in his own neighborhood. He had already been in quite a few fights when others from the neighborhood started to notice how different he actually was. Fearing for her sons life, Darcy’s mom decided to send him to the halfway house runs by Jamie’s dad knowing that they specialized in dealing with troubled kids who were effeminate. Plus, she was assured that Darcy would receive adequate schooling during his stay.

Darcy entered the school but was less than a model student. He had already developed a chip on his shoulder from his constant fights for life. There was seemingly no way to remove this element from his life, so Jamie’s dad secretly suggested therapy. A place after hours where he could distribute his anger in a much more satisfying and profitable way. A gentleman’s club where his duties were to administer punishment to clients as a dominatrix. Darcy hesitated at first, until he was taken behind the scenes to see another Dom at work. He watched as the Dom tied up her client, placed a ball gag on his mouth, and whipped him at first gently but then firmly. And at the end of it all the client thanked the Dom for the punishment and happily exited the room. After hearing more details of the business and the compensation he would make for the work, he decided to give it a shot. He was given a tailor made outfit to wear during sessions, and outfit that he eventually adjusted himself to suit his tastes. Even though he was nervous his first 2 times, by the 3rd night he had completely given in to his compulsions and distributed his punishments to the satisfaction of the clients. He was a popular Dom at the establishment. Tall, slender, sassy with a full set of lips that clients could only imagine wrapped around their cocks. Not to mention the impressive 9 inches hanging from between his legs. Most clients begged to be slapped in the face with that impressive meat. And if they were good enough, they would receive just that.

At the moment Darcy couldn’t be happier. He attends a good school, has a roof over his head, doesn’t have to fight to survive, and through his own aggressive nature discovered a job that pays him well, and a kink that satisfies his wicked needs.