Dasery and I? We’re friends of course, but we were also fellow inmates, colleagues, and now kink enthusiasts after she became part of Roxy’s Bad Girls’ Club. Our relationship has a pretty unorthodox origin story, but I’m sure neither of us would’ve wanted it any other way.
Her beauty and tattoos turned heads– even inside prison, Dasery was gorgeous. We never lived together in the same cell, but became acquainted when our dayroom went for daily one-hour outside-cell-activities. My earliest memories of her include glimpses of her bantering with the two cellmates she was very close to while some outdated Hong Kong drama blared on a TV in the background, or casually watching her jog around the yard from the corner I’d be sitting at with a friend.
It was exactly such a moment where our friendship kindled; my friend shouted, “Hey Das, come here and show us your sexy legs!”
And then during the times we could see each other, we bonded over conversations and discourse, topics that weren’t common in A4. Favourites defaulted to conspiracy theories, history, cults, religion, library book recommendations (we’re Jodi Picoult and Dan Brown fans btw), and all the crazy things we did that led up to being incarcerated. I guess the consensus was that we’re just fun as hell and the government didn’t quite like that we were partying too hard. As we got closer, we shared how we felt about things, views and insights gained from reflecting, ALL THAT REFLECTING BECAUSE really, all you have inside is time.
Eloquent, well-read, curious and with a wit so sharp it cut me into fits of laughter several times, it’s no wonder we became friends especially in a place so desolate. To be frank, there weren’t a lot of people inside who could match our frequency. I also was incredibly selective so I’d say there are only about five people I consider friends from DRC2 and who I still keep in contact with outside.
I remember her eyes dilating with interest when I told her about my dungeon and how much I missed it, how men would crumble at my feet and worship my femininity like their life depended on it. I knew too that someone like her would fit the role well as a domme since she was also confident, independent, emotionally mature and spontaneous. Hence, I proposed that she join my Bad Girl’s Club, although back then I still didn’t know how things would be with regard to domming when I was released. I still remember going, “Eh legit I’m not kidding, if I can get my space back or if things are feasible, work with me. Say real this isn’t prison talk ok.”
Das was released two or three weeks before me. As fate would have it, we were hired by the same company! Her first message to me was “WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE ROXY!”
Seeing each other every day outside accelerated the depth of our camaraderie even more. In no time, she was domming with me and enjoying it. What once felt so far away, a whimsical dream while we were behind bars was now reality. A very awesome reality.
I am not exaggerating when I say she’s a fucking natural. Ava and Chels– veterans of the club, share the same sentiments.
I'm thankful for her, and I'm sure you guys will be too ;)
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