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Coin operated boy sitting on the shelf. He is just a toy but I turn him on and he comes to life Automatic joy. That is why I want a coin operated boy Made of plastic and elastic he is rugged and long. Who could ever, ever ask for more love without complications galore?
Dixie de La Tour
Are you looking for low commitment with a big payoff? Well, I am here to help you get your itch scratched. I'm sexual folklorist Dixie de La Tour and you are listening to the Body Storytelling podcast where we give you sex and story. We're the original sex and storytelling and we are going to give you a little inspiration to make the magic happen. And speaking of technology, we live in a modern world, a world where you can support the art that you want to support. It could be not safe for work. It could be the sort of thing that is never going to make it on ABC or any of the mainstream channels because they want family friendly. And maybe we're not, but we are really interesting and we are really cool. So if you want to support the subversive arts, go to patreon.com Patreon is a way to support things that you love. You make an ongoing donation, Maybe it's a dollar a month, maybe it's $50 a month and you get rewards and you get to know that you are bringing something cool into the world and making sure that it flourishes. So go to patreon.com bodi p a t r e o n then bodi b a W D Y and support at the level that you want. It's not only cool that you support us through the Internet, but it lets us know that we're doing something that you like. There's a lot of work that goes into podcasting and I'm willing to do that work. I'm willing to bring you the stories that I have been collecting for 10 plus years. But the only way I can do it is if you spread the word and if you support our Patreon. So Please go to patreon.com bodi Support us. And this thing can keep growing and you can keep listening every single time. Thanks so much. Our first story for this episode is from somebody that I've known for many, many years. She has been telling stories at Bodi since we began. I've known her for a long, long time. She has produced solo shows. Her solo show was entitled Reading My Dad's Porn and French Kissing the Dog, which may be the longest name of a solo show that ever was. And she's an author and her book is entitled the Cheeky Tiki Bang Gang. Because that is really hard to say. The Cheeky Tiki Bang Gang. This story is from my dear friend Cherry Zonkowski.
Cherry Zonkowski
Oops, sorry. God. God, I wish that my tits would flop when I do that. Yeah, yeah, yeah. So the name of the book is Cheeky Tiki Gang Bang. No, no. Cheeky Tiki Bang Gang. Bang Gang. Anyway, I am so excited to be here tonight, but I'm going to start on kind of a hard note because I've been thinking about this lately and I'm really kind of fucked up. Yeah, let's hear it for the fucked up. God damn it. Yes. My father was an abusive alcoholic who taught me that if I stood up for myself, I was going to get cigarette smoke in the face or a beer on the head. I've been sexually assaulted three times in my life. And my adult relationships have been with a series of men who are at worst psychopaths and at best adorable man children who had no ability to deal with the kind of damage that I am rocking. So I decided to take a long spell of celibacy and figure this out. I don't like being celibate. So I had to figure out how do I get my needs met and break my pattern. So I started having some very nice relationships, sort of friends with benefits with nice men that I really like. And that was very nice and I enjoy it very much. But I miss being the intense focus of someone's desire. I miss the kind of white hot passion that you can only get when you're fucking someone who's bad for you. And it doesn't solve all my problems. I still have a lot of hard time communicating exactly what I want and don't want sexually. Four times. Four times over the past year I have had men approach me sexually because I'm sex positive without actually asking for. Starting to touch and I freeze up and then run away. I don't say no very effectively and I'm tired of all of this. So I want to figure out something that will make me powerful. So let's recap. What do I want? I want somebody who wants me so badly he would crawl through broken glass for me. I want someone who wants to be told exactly what I want and don't want. And I want somebody who will not lay a finger on me unless I tell him to. I don't want a boyfriend anymore. I want a sub. Yeah. So I'm on OkCupid and I get hit on. Like I'm sure a lot of you do too. By a lot of douchebag doms. I like to tie you up. Whatever, dude. Well, one day I get this message from this guy. It says, you seem really sexy. Are you dominant or submissive? I go and I look at his website, and he's cute, but boring as shit. And my hint is, this is another douchebag dom. But he asked. So I went ahead and answered and said, I've been submissive a long time and I'm tired of that shit. I'm looking to explore my dominant side. If I find the right partner and I get back, I am submissive and I would love to serve you. Well, that just got interesting. So I start seeing if our kinks met. Here's what I'd like to do. I'd like to put you in a collar and a leash. I'd like to train you in exactly how to solve, serve, and please me. I'd like to spank you. I'd like to strap it on and fuck you in the ass. And every time I say what I want to do to him, he responds, m this big, long string of M's on the screen.
Narrator/Singer
M.
Cherry Zonkowski
He lives in Monterey, so we decide to have a Skype date. So he comes up on Skype and oh, my God, he's sexier in person. He is 6 foot 3, broad shoulders, black hair, big nose, Jewish, athletic, nice, hot as shit. But there's one question I have to ask him. So on your OkCupid profile, it says somewhere you work in a uniform. Are you a cop? I don't think I can fuck a cop. But, no, he's not a cop. He's an officer in the Navy. Yes, he is. Oh, my God. Rum, sodomy and the lash. The dress whites. An officer and a gentleman at my feet to command. Oh, mama. We're having this awkward conversation, but somehow his dick comes out. And that thing is nice. I mean, I am not a size queen, but a big dick is a sexy visual. It's like a feast. You're like, I can't eat all that. And it's a lot more than I need, but, God, it gets my juices running. So we start this intense sexting relationship. I would text him, hey, sailor. I text back. That got me instantly hard. I get hard just from a message from you. That is power. And it felt like power. But this one question keeps coming up. What do you want me to wear? What would you have me wear? What will you make me wear? And I realized this question's important. I go out on a limb and I say, you want to wear something pretty, don't you? You want to be my little sissy bitch, don't you? Mmm. Yes, please make me pretty. And that melted my heart a little. But he's stalling about actually meeting. And it turns out, out it comes. Yes, he has a vanilla monogamous girlfriend. Fuck. But I still really want to fuck him. And it's my birthday, so I set up a Skype date. And I tell him that I want him kneeling naked and hard with his hands behind his back when I get him like that. I hold him like that and I put on my makeup really slowly. This is very hot for him. And he keeps trying to take his hand and get it around. I bup, bup, bup, bup, bup. And I tell him, hey, let's just have one night. One night to see if that actually works in person or if this is just a really fun fantasy for us. Come on. One night. He says yes. I get excited, I plan a scene, I buy a prettier strap on, I clean the house. He cancels. I can't cheat. He says, all right, well, then, fuck you. It's over. Goodbye. Hello. No, thanks. Goodbye. Don't text me again. I turn around and immediately, like a week later, I fall incredibly passionately into infatuated lust with his exact opposite. A guy who's a little shorter than me, blond, blue eyed, pierced and tattooed, an agent of chaos and misrule, who likes everything that I like. Cocktails and meat, cartoons and puppy dogs. Somebody that I could see myself running through life with, giggling maniacally. But this time I'm aware of my patterns and I've got my eyes open and I realize this guy has all the damage that I do and is not anywhere near on top of it. And I decide to break up with him. I'm going to his house to return a pair of his underpants. And I'm standing there in front of him with his underpants in my hand. And I'm just thinking, if only he would say, cherry, I really like you. Do we have to do this? Let's sit down and talk about it. Then I would have sat down and talked about it, and maybe we'd be together right now. But it was my judgment that he did not have the capacity to do that. And when I handed him his underpants, he looked at them and he looked at me and he put his underpants on his head. And I said, yeah, that's about right. And I knew I was making the right choice. But although I made that Choice. And it was the right choice. It devastated me. I was crying. I couldn't sleep. I was vomiting. I was in my therapist's office going, what the fuck? This is humiliating. He shouldn't mean that much. It was only six weeks. It's like I'm having some kind of PTSD reaction. And she said, no, honey, it's not like you are. You have complex PTSD from a lifetime of crap. It's not about him. It's all of it. And I'm trying to absorb this and figure out what it means for me when, boop, up pops sissy bitch, and he's broken up with his girlfriend, and he would really like to meet me, and he'll come any time I say, and he's begging, and he's so sorry, And I'm telling him, no, fuck you. Go. You blew it, loser. No, thank you. But one day, I'm lying on my bed and I'm crying. I was like, I know that I made the choice, and I know that it was the right one, but I want to call Captain Underpants so bad. And I'm just chanting to myself, don't text Captain Underpants. Don't beg. Don't text Captain Underpants. Don't beg. And I remember that there is someone on this goddamn Earth who will beg for me. And I text him, hello, sailor. And he texts back, every single goddamn day, I jerk off thinking about you. Yeah, and I really needed to hear that right then. So I said to him, look, I'm not ready to meet. I'm in a bad place. But have some patience. We can text again. I'll let you know when I'm ready. And he says, okay, I get that. Sure. But I am moving to Rhode island in four weeks.
Dixie de La Tour
Oh, well.
Cherry Zonkowski
So we got into it, and our kinks got deeper and dirtier and darker. There were cock cages and incest fantasies and cuckolding fantasies. I would go, so Mommy dresses up her pretty, pretty princess, and then Mommy puts his cock in a cage, and then she brings out a bad man, and she makes her pretty princess suck that bad man's cock until it's hard. And then she's gonna put you in a cage, and you're gonna have to watch while that bad man fucks Mommy with the cock that you sucked and what do you think of them apples? And he says, am I wearing a butt plug? God damn it. I always forget about the butt plug. Yes, God damn it, a butt plug. And it's pink and it's glittery and it's bigger Every day. Mmm. So we kept at that for a while, but I wasn't ready to meet him before he left. And then he left. We texted for a while after that, but we've ended it recently. Wednesday, actually. And as I think about this, I realize that there are two huge wins for me out of this. One is I had this intensely passionate experience of desiring and being desired and exploring myself. And I may be disappointed that it's over, but I'm not devastated. And that's huge for someone like me. And the second thing is that for the rest of my life, I will get to say, hey, you know what? I used to make a US Naval officer my little sissy bitch.
Dixie de La Tour
Oh, we got you thinking now, don't we? You're coming up with some dirty ideas of your own. Let's keep that going. Our next story is from somebody who thought his life wasn't dirty enough. He had been on storytelling stages all over the San Francisco Bay Area, but the one he felt he wasn't quite right for was body storytelling. And he wanted to be so right that he asked me to give him an assignment. He really wanted to step on that stage. And this story is from his very first time doing it. This story is from our More More More show, which happened in 2016. And this story is from Gary Pinsky.
Gary Pinsky
The only reason I agreed to come out tonight is she said anyone who cheered when I came out wanted to go home with me tonight. So I assume that's true. All right. It's a little surreal for me to be up here. As Dixie mentioned, it's not that I don't like telling stories. It's just this is bawdy storytelling. I ain't that bawdy. I mean, if any of y' all tried to play Bango with me earlier, I really was not that helpful. I mean, the one in particular came up is like, all right, let me. Let me make it easy. Do you want to make out with someone tonight or do you want to go home with someone tonight? I'm like, I do have an early morning tomorrow. Okay, that could work. So. But the thing is, I was the last of my, you know, the last of my age group to see an R rated movie. I had my first kiss when I was 20, lost my virginity when I was 25. And that required three hours travel each way and a Craigslist post titled Will Travel for Sex. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? But the thing is, I mean, I'm not complaining. I'm grateful. I got a great life. Just you know, I figured sex is just not gonna be one of the things I get in this lifetime. Until about five years ago, I had this theory. See, my father's a great guy, but he's like, he's really not a man's man. So I decided I needed to just inundate myself with super alpha males, and then everything would all click into place. And one thing about me is I am not opposed to making horrendous life decisions in pursuit of a bad idea. So I quit my very stable job at the government and got a very unstable job as a personal assistant for an obscenely wealthy uber alpha male. Went into work, I could not believe the things coming out of his mouth. Everything made me cringe. But I noticed that the women were like totally into him and it was not his looks. So next thing I know, now I'm working on the top floor of one of the most prestigious office buildings in the financial district. When we go to Vegas, it's on a private plane. I can go to any warriors game I want. I just got to decide do I want courtside or the box. You know, I'm just swimming in testosterone. And this should make the difference. It should change everything. But deep down, I'm still that same little kid who was told, close your eyes when people are kissing on television. So I needed to do a whole overhaul. Change the Persona, everything. And my stroke of luck was my boss decided he wanted to spend a year in Israel with his family. So I got to house sit. I packed up my. Just wait, just wait till you hear about this. So I packed up my tiny, tiny little studio apartment, moved into his 15 million dollar compound. 6,000 square foot house, guest house, pool house, award winning garden. I'm managing a staff of people, okay? So it's all good. And this friend of mine is like, dude, you got to be pimping this house out. I'm like, I don't know what you're talking about. It doesn't work that way. He's like, well, come on, at least the hot tub, right? You gotta at least be scoring, you know, getting a little cozy in the hot tub. And I'm like, you know, just last week, these three beautiful women, they wanted me to fire it up, but man, I couldn't. They didn't have their swimsuits with them. So that's all he needed, right? He grabbed my phone, he put Tinder on there, and then as my profile picture, he put me in the hot tub with the house in the background. You know, I'm up for A good experiment, right? I'll do anything. So I start swiping, and I am matching left and right, you know? And one of them stands out. She looks so much like Zoe Saldana that I'm like, that. I'm like, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. I'm like, checking IMDb to see if. No, it's none of those pictures. And so I sent her a message. Don't hear back for 90 minutes. Then she's like, sorry it took so long. I just landed. See, the house where I'm staying is right by sfo. So she swiped as she was getting onto a plane to head home to la. No, sorry, that doesn't work. I'm looking local. She's like, look, you got to give me one chance. Trust me. Give me your Skype address, and I will change your mind. And in that moment, I realized, this is my chance, right? Like, I can't give her Gary Pinsky, which is my Skype address. I need to show her something that's gonna let her know that I am a real man. I'm a macho man. I'm a sex God, to quote. And this is the only time this will ever happen on stage. To quote Donald Trump, there ain't no problem down there, right? So I rack my brain and I come up with it, and I say, okay, you can send me whatever you got. My Skype name is Big Daddy Longstroke, all caps. I'm expecting a racy jpeg when I find there's this PDF and it's titled the Horse Whisperer. What the fuck am I going to do with that? Right? So I start looking. Oh, oh, oh, okay. I misread it. It's called the Whore's Whisperer, and it's a script that she's written so that we can have long distance, Skype, roleplay, sex. Zoe is a madam who's kind of out of her mind, lost her wits, can't take care of what's going on. And I am the cool, confident cowboy with the magical mouth that can tame even the wildest of women. So I'm looking at this thing, and it's a lot of work, you know? So I'm like, I'm gonna need a couple days on this one, right? We set the time, start working on my accent, look up a few costume shops. But most importantly, I gotta deal with the technology here. See, y' all don't understand rich people. Shit is complicated. He's got this whole entertainment room, but it's so off the hook that it's actually. It's like. Seems like it's haunted. No, seriously, the nanny before me, one time, she's sitting there minding her own business, and the TV zoomed into her telephone and started putting her personal pictures up as a wallpaper. And these were not pictures she wanted to be seen, right? But like I said, I got staff, so I call them. My IT guy hooked me up. He shows me how to operate everything. Now, I got my Skype up on the television, and he even hooks it up, shows me how to make it so it's all voice command. I can do anything I want, you know, just with the sound of my voice. Midnight Saturday rolls around, I say, voice command, call Zoe. Next thing I know, there she is right in front of me. And she looks gorgeous in this long red dress. She's beautiful. I'm doing everything I can to, you know, hold back, but, you know, I still. I got my lines right, so. Howdy, ma'.
Narrator/Singer
Am.
Gary Pinsky
Understand you need a strong man with a stronger hand. Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Right. Well, the combination of all of the other stuff I had to do, plus all the drinks I had beforehand, just to be able to get up on, you know, and do this, and I'm not really so good with the script. And I'm trying, and I'm like, trying to remember what's going on. And then I'm trying to improv. And the thing is, she looks so good that I can't last very long with the script I'm talking about. So finally I just like, fuck it. I need to see her naked. I'm going old school, right? So I'm like, baby, baby, you know, just trying to think of anything I can think of till finally I'm like, you know, who's your daddy? Who's your daddy? Call me Daddy, baby. Call me daddy, baby. Yeah, Daddy baby to voice command was my boss's wife. So it decided to call her and conference her in a little history lesson here. Midnight Saturday, California is 10am Sunday in Israel. They ain't in church in Israel. So on the other side of that call is going to be my boss's entire extended family and half the neighborhood coming together for brunch to celebrate the start of the new week. Normally, I'm the guy you want in a crisis. I'm cool, calm, collected. I make things happen. But in this particular moment, I'm frozen. More specifically, I'm frozen stiff. My life flashes before my eyes. I had a good run. It's fine. And I start thinking, I wonder if that government Job will take me back when I hear the most beautiful symphony on the planet. The sound of Skype disconnecting a call. The logical thing is that Zoe had a cooler head than me and hung up. But I like to think that the ghost in the house took pity on me. Whatever, it doesn't matter because I just collapsed into a naked heap in the middle of the room. Zoe called back. I did not answer. I deleted Tinder. If you want to talk to me on Skype, look me up under Gary Pinsky. For the next eight months, that television remained unplugged. And I did not enter that room because I decided, you know what? I'm not giving up. You know, I'm going to tell some stories of body storytelling, and somewhere out there is the woman for me. And I'm not giving up on having a love life. But if I have to pretend to be somebody else to have it, I'm not down with that. Thank you.
Sci-Fi Fantasy Narrator
I've seen the future so bright I gotta wear shades and it's hotter than Hades and everyone will have Hades and robot brigades at war with the humans, machine against man, and the planet's in ruins. But by then we will have mastered the craft of creating clone soldiers so we don't have to come out of hiding fighting. And we just might outlast this battle without time travel back to the past. But as some of the cloners grow older, narcissistic fiends like me will take over. And once I'm trained and supervised and alone, I'm gonna fuck my clone. My sci fi fantasy will begin innocently. Making these clones that look just like me'll get boring. So I'll get curious and horny and I'll sneak one of my clones back to my room in a janitor's basket hidden in with the broom.
Dixie de La Tour
Can you hear me rubbing my hands together in glee? Well, of course you can. It's a podcast. But I can tell you I'm really excited about this next story. I learned so much from this woman while we worked on her story together. Have you guys heard about financial domination? I know the cash pigs out there are squealing in glee, but financial domination is when you derive erotic pleasure by being dominated in a financial way. And financial domination has been around for a really long time. But our next storyteller has taken it to new levels. She is a data dominatrix. She will hack her way in and lock you out of your social media, your porn. She'll blackmail you with what she finds in your email. And if you Want to get free? It's gonna cost you. It's fascinating. It's an interesting peek inside of a kink that I wanted to know more about. And she had never been on stage to tell her story in this way. We worked together really hard, and she got on stage recently at Bodi and told her first person story. This storyteller is Mistress Harley, also known as the Tech Dom.
Sci-Fi Fantasy Narrator
I'll make dirty videos with my clones, and then I'll have to watch them with them. Cause I'm never alone. It'll be me watching me, fucking me. And also me on the TV screen. You see the 12 of me? Do you? Cause on the couch, there's also me fucking me.
Cherry Zonkowski
And me.
Sci-Fi Fantasy Narrator
I'm watching the tv.
Mistress Harley
So it's the afternoon in San Francisco. I'm, like, wearing a pink velour tracksuit, which is what I normally wear, and eating a salad. And I realize it's 3am in Norway. That may not seem significant, but I have a slave in Norway who's installed all these nest cams so I can look and see every single part of his house at any moment that I want. And nest cams also have speakers built into them. So I can just, like, pop open an app on my phone, press a button, and this guy can hear me throughout his entire house. So I check in on him, and he is dead fucking asleep. Like, the deadest asleep a human can be. So first I started playing creepy ghost noises. Just like kids whispering like, hey, what's going on? And so I'd wait until he stirred and rolled around and looked around, and I'd turn it off, just, like, laughing my ass off. I waited till he was sound asleep again. I cranked up the speakers as loud as they would go. I started playing the 1812 Overture just, like, all through his house. And at that point, he realized something was amiss. He jumps up. He's, like, looking around. He realizes only Mistress Harley can be doing this to me right now. And so he gets on his knees and he starts bowing up and down, looking at the cameras like, I'm. So. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. And I'm just laughing my ass off. I'm like, you can go to bed now. This was just for my amusement. And that's, like, kind of what I do now. Which is funny because I used to be kind of like you guys. I'm gonna describe a day in my old life where I'd wake up and run a 5K and then drive an hour to work, and then work eight hours for Someone else. I was working in the game industry. I was a QA tester and a technical project manager. And I did that for about 10 years and just thought like, God, this sucks. Like, working for a living just fucking sucks. Like, you know, they tell you it's a privilege, right? You get this kegerator, right? Like, it's so cool. You can wear like a hoodie and there's like beer at your office, but really you're a wage slave for like 15 hours a day and you're like, desperate to do your laundry because you just got no time. Anyway, in my personal life, I was also kind of like screwing around in the scene here in the Bay Area, the BDSM scene, going to the Citadel, doing some stuff. And I was talking to my husband one day and he mentioned that somebody I knew was doing some cam girl work, some adult work, some financial domination work. I was like, what the fuck is financial domination? And we talked about it a little bit, but ultimately I ended up googling it. And it was this fetish that men have where they just like to give money to women for a variety of reasons. I know, right? My first response was like, no fucking way. That's not real. I'm Jewish. I would know about that shit. But upon a Google, I discovered this entire community of fine doms, women dominating men and just saying, give me your money because you suck. And guys like, can I please give you my money because I suck. And I was like, this is for me. Like, I can't believe I had no fucking clue that this existed. And so I start getting into this financial domination world and, like, starting to make a little bit of money. And it was mostly like Amazon gift cards. You get like 25 bucks, 100 bucks on Amazon, go shopping, feel good about yourself. And I started to notice that, like, a lot of these dudes really wanted more. They wanted more control. They wanted like just real control in their lives. Kind of like the story I was just telling you with the dude, the cameras in his house. So I started investigating all these different ways that I could take over people's financial lives. And being a QA tester means I had all this, like, background knowledge of, like, suites of software that I can use. And so using screen sharing software, I started taking over people's computers for their sexual pleasure and my financial gain. Yeah, I know. So, yeah, it was pretty cool. So like, I would start by taking administrative control of somebody's computer, making their account like a child's account, and then installing like, a variety of software that like, an angry wife would put on your computer. So, like, keyloggers, web filters, payment enforcers, ransomware. Half these guys got to pay me every week just to use their own computer. Like, it's a pretty sweet deal, you guys. And I wanted to take it even farther. And so, you know, obviously, I started having people install cameras in their houses so I could watch them. And I even developed a phone app that you could install on your phone so I could, like, GPS track you and read your text messages. I can respond to text messages as if I'm using your phone. So, like, I can really fuck with people. Like, if somebody doesn't pay me the money I want, I can start seeing. Sending, like, weird texts to their friends or their boss or their wife or, like, anyone that you really wouldn't want that information exposed to. And you just, like. What I was amazed was how much I learned about these fucking people because I had access to, like, the keyloggers would get their passwords, the websites they visit. You know, I'd get their bank account information. I'd get their resumes, their tax returns. I'd look through their entire porn collections. Like, there are some fetishes I had no idea even existed on one guy's computer. There was a d. Dude fucking a snake. I didn't even know you could do that. It was horrible. But I was just like, okay, this is what this guy's into. I'm deleting all of this stuff. And, yeah, I really enjoy deleting people's files, too. Like, if you have, like, a terabyte of porn, I just delete all of it. And, like, ha ha ha ha. Yeah. You know, so it's nice because I get to, like, experience all my real feelings of disgust and horror and just, like, take it out on people and. And they pay me for it. So I've been doing that for quite a while, and it's been really successful. And so now, as you can imagine, I have so many guys that are paying me to use their computers and their phones. And so along comes a slave. I'll call him Michael, because that's his real name. I have this loser hall of shame on my website where I post pictures of losers. Like, guys that either send me their pictures or owe me money or just, like, really gross. And so I post them there. So there's a picture of this guy Michael, if you want to go see. He's in a diaper and a binky, and it says, I owe Mistress Harley money. And so Michael wanted really real financial control. And so I talked to my lawyer a little bit, and I was like, how can we make this really real? And my lawyer was like, well, we can have him sign a contract. Like, just have a debt contract. Like the same contract you sign with a bank when you get a mortgage. Right. Sign a contract that says, I owe the bank $100,000 and I will pay it back over X number of years at X number of interest. And so that's what I do now with these guys. And so Michael has agreed to pay me $15,000 over a course of eight years at 23% interest. Yeah. And he's just one of, like, hundreds. And so his payments end up being around, like, $450 a month. And then, of course, my apps on his phone. So now he's paying me to rent his own phone from me. So that's like another $250. Anyway, this guy just. Just this one guy, he pays, like $800 a month. He just makes a nice $800 a month payment. His picture. Picture stays on my website until he's satisfied his debt to me. And there are just like, hundreds of these guys just so desperate to give women their money because it's either it's humiliating for them or it's satisfying for them to feel like they're so serving like a superior and beautiful woman. And ultimately, like, you've all experienced this in your vanilla relationships. I'm sure either you've spent money on a woman who maybe didn't return your affections. I realized through the course of financial domination that I had been doing this, like, my entire life. Like, dating guys, letting them buy me shoes and not fucking them. Right. Like, we've all done that. No, just me. Okay. All right, that's fine. So I'm in the right line of work, and so that's, like, basically what I do now. But before you guys start to judge or before you start to think that any of this is really weird, I would just ask you to consider what I might find if I was inside your computer looking at all of your website histories and passwords and emails and anything else that you might have. So that's what I do now. It's pretty high tech. There's no fucking in this story. Like, it's just me making a lot of money off of, like, nerdy pervs. So if you're a nerdy perv and you would like some, like, financial control, you know where to find me.
Dixie de La Tour
Mistress Harley stepped on my stage right before leaving San Francisco to tell that story, and she moved to la. So if you're in la, she's there. But if you're anywhere on the Internet, clearly she can do her thing from wherever she is. And wherever you are, she's@masterharley.com and on Twitter she's echdom. So I have taken June off from shows because I've started the latest episode of the Standing O Storytelling Workshop. I've been working with brand new storytellers on stories clean and dirty. And if you are interested in learning to tell your story and working with me, I do coaching over Skype. So if you'd like to know more, just contact me@dixiebodystorytelling.com it's so easy to psych yourself out and think your story isn't important enough to tell. But telling your story will change your life. I guarantee you. Every time I watch somebody walk off stage, they cannot believe how they feel transformed by the power of having people get to their feet to give them a standing ovation and connect with them. They're invited to wild parties, their life changes. So if you want that for yourself, dixiebodystorytelling.com we could do it. I'm telling you, we could do it. Let me tell you about upcoming live shows. I'm back in July. I'll be back on stage in San Francisco on Wednesday, July 12. The theme of the evening is Size Queen and I have one spot left in my Size Queen lineup. If you want to pitch me a story and you want to be on stage on July 12th in San Francisco, send me your Size Queen story. What that means to you to Dixie bodystorytelling.com and we're going to work on your story. Make it perfect. And then you're going to wrap Rock the stage on July 12th in San Francisco. And on Thursday, July 20th, I'm back in Seattle. And the theme of the evening is Wanderlust. I am taking travel related stories right now for that Seattle show. Send me your story. You can, you can write out the gist of the story. No teasers. I want to know beginning, middle and end. Or you can send me a voice memo so I can hear you tell the story. It doesn't have to be perfect. Together we work to make it perfect. You can send that email to. You know where to send that email. You're not stupid, you know. Okay. And I have big news. I'm going to the east coast in the fall. I'm not going to announce the shows in the cities yet, but plans are being made if you're interested in seeing us. And you want to see Body Storytelling live. But you, you live on the east coast. Send me an email. You know where to send it and tell me where you live so I can make sure that we send you information on the cities and the shows we'll be performing at. I already have one big announcement to come. It's lockdown and I'm working on more but I'm not going to tell you till I have a little bit more information. So send me an email. Make sure you get on our list that you know we're we're going to be on the east coast. And be sure to tell your friends about not just this podcast because you're gonna share this podcast, I know you will, but tell them that you can see this live together. We're gonna have more information soon. Thanks for listening to that. And do you know how hard it is to keep my mouth shut? I really want to tell you everything, but I'm not gonna tell you everything yet. You're gonna have to wait. God, it's killing me. I want to tell you so bad. It's time to say thank you. Thank you to podcast producer Matthew Marder, to sound engineer David Grossoff, to video engineer Joe Moore, to the guy who runs our On Demand. You can find it@bodi streaming.com thank you to Ruben Tan and to all of the team members who make Body Storytelling happen and have made it happen for 10 years. Plus. We are going to be coming to new cities soon. If you'd like to help make sure that our trip to your city is success, send me an email. Let me know you want to help. Sex positivity needs to be everywhere and the only way we can get it out there everywhere is if you help us spread the word and you help make the magic happen. That's it for this episode. I'm sexual folklorist Dixie Delator. Thank you so much for listening. I would love it if you would subscribe and you would review us on itunes. That would mean the world to to me. And we'll be back really soon with the next episode of the Body Storytelling podcast. Keep it pervy out there coin operated boy.
Narrator/Singer
And if I had a start to wish one for my life I can't imagine any any flesh and blood could be his match. I can even take him in the bath. Coin operated boy. He may not be real experienced with girls but I know he feels like a boy should feel. Isn't that the point that that is why I want a coin operated boy with a pretty coin operated voice saying that he loves me that he's thinking of me straight to the point. That is why I want a coin operated boy.
Cherry Zonkowski
I am submissive and I would love to serve you. Well, that just got interesting.
Host: Dixie De La Tour
Date: June 28, 2017
Theme: Exploring the collision of sexuality and technology through true, personal storytelling. Three storytellers share hilarious, poignant, and boundary-pushing tales about finding empowerment, connection, and kink in the digital age.
This episode delves into how technology intersects with sexual identity, desire, and kink. True stories range from bold explorations of power dynamics in digital relationships, through techno-mishaps in pursuit of intimacy, to the emergence of high-tech domination as a lucrative kink. Through candid, witty storytelling, the guests expose the vulnerability, comedy, and ingenuity found when sex and tech mix.
[03:31–16:28]
Cherry begins with a stark, vulnerable account of her history with trauma—"My father was an abusive alcoholic... I've been sexually assaulted three times in my life" (03:39)—contrasting this with her craving for “white hot passion.” She seeks to break toxic relationship cycles through celibacy and self-investigation, but finds it's not enough—she still craves being "the intense focus of someone's desire."
Cherry turns to online dating, drawing lines between “douchebag doms” and the rare, genuine submissive. After an exchange on OkCupid, she meets a Navy officer who is deeply—and digitally—submissive:
The relationship swiftly becomes a sexting power fantasy, with Cherry reveling in her newfound agency:
Logistical and ethical complications arise: he has a vanilla, monogamous girlfriend. Their only encounter remains on Skype, with Cherry orchestrating a hybrid between performance and control: "I hold him like that and I put on my makeup really slowly. This is very hot for him." (09:12)
When he won’t meet, she walks away.
Cherry then contrasts this with a real-life, chaotic affair with “Captain Underpants”—ultimately recognizing, with hard-earned wisdom, that both connection and transformation mean facing her own needs and limits.
Memorable Moment:
"When I handed him his underpants, he looked at them and he looked at me and he put his underpants on his head. And I said, yeah, that's about right. And I knew I was making the right choice." (11:44)
As she copes with heartbreak, her “sissy bitch” resurfaces—this time single, desperate to serve, but she initially declines. Later, at her lowest, she relents and texts “Hello, sailor.” His reply:
"Every single goddamn day, I jerk off thinking about you." (13:53)
Their digital kink escalates (“cock cages and incest fantasies and cuckolding fantasies”), but she never meets him before he moves away. She’s left with two 'wins':
[17:27–28:17]
Gary, a self-described late-bloomer, tells of his attempt to use newfound access to wealth and technology for sexual adventure. Formerly working for the government, he takes on a gig as a personal assistant to a testosterone-fueled billionaire, house-sitting a luxury mansion while the boss is abroad.
Prompted to use Tinder, his profile is him in the mansion's hot tub. He matches with a woman who looks like Zoe Saldana, but she’s about to leave town. Undeterred, she requests his Skype. Gary decides to impress her with a name: "Big Daddy Longstroke, all caps" (22:08)
Expecting sexts, he instead gets a PDF script for a roleplay:
"I misread it. It's called the Whore's Whisperer, and it's a script that she's written so we can have long distance, Skype, roleplay, sex." (22:54)
Armed with technical prowess (and the help of the household IT guy), he stages an elaborate Skype session. But the combination of nerves, alcohol, and technical complexity derails the encounter.
Memorable Moment:
"Baby, baby, you know... Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy? Call me Daddy, baby. Call me daddy, baby. Yeah, Daddy baby to voice command was my boss’s wife." (25:27)
This inadvertent voice command attempts to conference in his boss's wife—mid-sex roleplay—at a time when the boss's extended family is gathered in Israel.
Gary freezes, but the call disconnects miraculously.
Quote:
"I just collapsed into a naked heap in the middle of the room. Zoe called back. I did not answer. I deleted Tinder." (27:20)
He concludes that he won’t pretend to be someone he isn’t, and sex or no, authenticity matters most.
[30:31–39:30]
Mistress Harley, donning her signature pink velour, brings the audience into the world of “data domination.” She describes remotely tormenting a slave in Norway, using his house’s nest cams to play ghost noises, then blaring the 1812 Overture in the dead of night:
Quote:
"He jumps up. He’s, like, looking around. He realizes only Mistress Harley can be doing this to me right now. And so he gets on his knees and he starts bowing up and down, looking at the cameras like, I’m. So. Whatever I did, I’m sorry. And I’m just laughing my ass off. I’m like, you can go to bed now. This was just for my amusement." (30:56)
Once a game industry QA tester, Harley discovered financial domination—a kink where (mostly) men pay to be dominated financially or digitally:
Her skills let her remotely take control of submissives’ devices, install monitoring and ransomware, delete files, and “rent” access to their lives:
She describes taking on a “loser” named Michael, who is put on her “hall of shame” website and ends up in a legally binding $15,000 debt contract at 23% interest, paying $800/month for financial submission.
Memorable Quote:
"There are just like, hundreds of these guys just so desperate to give women their money because... it’s satisfying for them to feel like they’re serving a superior and beautiful woman. And ultimately, like, you’ve all experienced this in your vanilla relationships..." (36:54)
She closes by challenging the audience’s assumptions:
| Timestamp | Speaker | Quote / Moment | |:--------------|:------------|:------------------------------------------------------------------------| | 03:39 | Cherry | "My father was an abusive alcoholic... taught me that if I stood up for myself, I was going to get cigarette smoke in the face or a beer on the head." | | 07:58 | Cherry | "That got me instantly hard. I get hard just from a message from you. That is power. And it felt like power." | | 11:44 | Cherry | "He put his underpants on his head. And I said, yeah, that's about right. And I knew I was making the right choice." | | 13:53 | Cherry | "'Every single goddamn day, I jerk off thinking about you.' Yeah, and I really needed to hear that right then." | | 16:25 | Cherry | "For the rest of my life, I will get to say, hey, you know what? I used to make a US Naval officer my little sissy bitch."| | 22:08 | Gary | "My Skype name is Big Daddy Longstroke, all caps." | | 22:54 | Gary | "I misread it. It's called the Whore's Whisperer, and it's a script that she's written so we can have long distance, Skype, roleplay, sex." | | 25:27 | Gary | "Yeah, Daddy baby to voice command was my boss’s wife." | | 27:20 | Gary | "I just collapsed into a naked heap in the middle of the room. Zoe called back. I did not answer. I deleted Tinder." | | 30:56 | Mistress Harley | "He jumps up. He’s, like, looking around. He realizes only Mistress Harley can be doing this to me right now. And so he gets on his knees...I’m just laughing my ass off. I’m like, you can go to bed now. This was just for my amusement." | | 36:54 | Mistress Harley | "There are just like, hundreds of these guys just so desperate to give women their money because... it’s satisfying for them to feel like they’re serving a superior and beautiful woman." |
The tone throughout is brutally honest, irreverent, and vulnerable, punctuated by laughter, shock, and moments of pointed social critique. Storytellers maintain intimacy with the audience, often breaking tension with wry self-awareness and humor. Dixie, the host, encourages sensual curiosity and non-judgment throughout, framing these tales as vehicles for self-acceptance and transformation.
Episode 29 of Bawdy Storytelling is a rollicking, raw, and radically honest journey through modern sexual experience at the intersection of flesh and fiber optics. From digital domination and roleplay faux pas to self-discovery in the data age, these true stories shine a sex-positive, human light on the infinite weirdness of sex and tech.