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  • Sex Life: “I Want To Dom A Man”

    Sex Life is an anonymous Zikoko weekly series that explores the pleasures, frustrations and excitement of sex in the lives of Nigerians.

    The subject of today’s Sex Life is a 25-year-old heterosexual woman who talks to us about how she decided not to wait till her wedding night to have sex, her desire to dominate a man, and all things she enjoys that she blames porn for.

    What was your first sexual experience?

    I wouldn’t say that this was a sexual experience but it’s a good place to start this story. It was the first day I saw porn. I spent that day in a police station.

    I’m sorry, what?

    I was about 13 at the time and my brother had just gotten a laptop and he had found hentai – anime porn – online and showed it to me. I’d seen random clips here and there before but this was the first time I was getting to see an actual video.

    My father caught us watching this and he absolutely lost it. He made us pack our boxes and took us to the police station close to our house. I remember feeling so bad and having so much shame. We ended up coming back home around 11 pm that day but it was such a weird experience.

    So did this keep you off porn?

    Till my late teens. When I was getting into uni I was finally looking for porn by myself. Searching categories and all that. It’s what helped a bit when I decided I wanted to have sex for the first time.

    Oh yes, so how did that go?

    I was 17 the first time I had sex. I was in the U.S. for university and had started dating this guy that I liked. We lived in a co-ed dorm and after my roommate moved out in my second year, we basically started living together. 

    I didn’t plan on having sex till my wedding night.

    What changed?

    Before we had sex, my boyfriend and I would usually make out. One day, he put his finger in me, and it was the most excruciating pain I’d ever felt. I had to think very hard about my decision to wait because I wondered what a penis would do to me if a finger could do that. I thought about how sad it would make my wedding night, so I decided to get all the unpleasantness out of the way early.

    And how did your first time go?

    As I imagined. Painful as hell. I wondered if I would need to have my hymen surgically removed or something.

    Eish, sorry. But did it get better?

    Oh, it got a lot better. We had more sex, and I started to try more things with him. I watched more porn and discovered the stuff I liked or wanted to try. From degradation during sex to craving sex in public places. I think the most insane thing we wanted to try at the time was to go to the centre of the school’s football field and have sex there. We never got to do that though. We settled for having sex in his car in the school’s parking lot.

    I had to move to another state and change schools after about a year so we broke up.

    What was your sex life like in this new city?

    I lived with some family members in that city. I was meeting people, but I wasn’t in a co-ed dorm anymore. Sex in class became a thing for me with one guy I was seeing. We were doing that for a while until one day when he asked me to give him head and his penis stank to high heavens. He was uncircumcised, and I think he hadn’t washed well. I got one whiff of it and backed the hell away. We eventually settled on a handjob. But can you believe that after this man came, he just packed his things and left?

    The audacity.

    That was the last time I saw him sha. Another interesting fellow I had sex with was this white guy I met through some mutual friends. I didn’t particularly find him attractive, but he was persistent and we planned to see a movie at his. I told him straight up that we were not going to have sex, and he was fine with that. Then we settled in to watch our movie. Guess what I chose for us to watch…

    I feel like I’m not going to get it.

    Dear White People.

    Oh God.

    Yes, yes. It was hilarious. 

    Anyway, we did end up having sex but the night ended up having a bit of a snag because at some point the condom got lost, and we had to stop and look around for it. We checked the bed and everywhere around. Turned out it was inside me. I don’t know if the condoms were too big, but yeah, that didn’t help the mood for the rest of that night.

    Not a lot of exciting things happened with sex in that time. After a while, I had to return to Nigeria to complete uni and during my final year, I met a sugar daddy.

    Where did you meet him?

    Lol. I met this one at a club when I was with some friends. Honestly, I hesitate to call him a sugar daddy because of how selfish he was. But he falls under the group of men I slept with not because I liked them, but I just knew that when we saw or had sex, I’d get some money from them but not a lot. 

    Things were going okay with this guy until we had sex one day and for some reason, this time was without condoms. I’d never had someone cum in me, so I never thought to ask if he had when we were done. 

    A month later, I noticed my breasts were increasing and I hadn’t seen my period. I remember sitting with my friend and doing the first test. It was positive and I was crying. My friend told me to do another one (we bought many) and it was the same thing.

    I didn’t get an abortion till it was well into the third month, and that was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.

    So sorry about that.

    Thanks. It’s been some time since then. I didn’t see him again after the abortion. He was clearly a very irresponsible person. 

    Once I was done with uni, I started focusing on having casual sex with people I liked. I also started to try some things that I genuinely blame porn for.

    Blame porn? How?

    You know how you watch something and you think you might like that? Yeah, I tried a couple of these things, and now I’m going to list the ones that worked in real life and the ones that didn’t.

    *opens note* I’m all ears.

    I was watching lesbian porn when I figured, oh, I might like this. Then I actually tried it. 

    I was with this girl, and we were both drunk and I played with her clit and sucked her breasts, but when it was time to actually do anything that involved her vagina, I was suddenly not sure I wanted to. So that was the last time I tried that.

    Then golden showers…

    Like getting peed on?

    Yeah, but not all over you like in porn. I no get mind like that yet. I asked him to pee on my leg. The entire time I didn’t quite get what was pleasurable about that, so I don’t think I’ll be trying the full thing anytime soon.

    Orgies were on my list of things to try before but I don’t even know how the mechanics of that would work. I am not currently thinking too hard about it.

    Then there’s this thing where I know I’m a sub but I really really want to try being a dom.

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    How did you find out you were a sub?

    I can’t say for sure that I know when I discovered I was a submissive, but as far back as my first boyfriend, I really enjoyed degradation. Every single derogatory word you could think of. I like them. I enjoy being whipped and gagged and slapped. I may blame porn here too as well. Of course, I gravitated towards more submissive themes in the videos, and as I encountered new things, I found more stuff that I liked.

    Point is, now I want to dom a man.

    How come you haven’t?

    I’ve not found a willing man o. Help me tell your people.

    LMAO, no wahala. How would you rate your sex life over 10?

    I’d say 7/10. It’s satisfactory. I have a couple of people that I have sex with from time to time, but my libido is not what it used to be anymore. When I was younger and just getting the hang of sex, I used to be horny 24/7. Now I only get horny when ovulation comes around.

  • I Feel Like I’m Juggling Two Identities — A Week In The Life Of A Dominatrix

    A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    The subject of today’s “A Week In The Life” is a dominatrix. She talks about juggling two identities, feeling guilty after satisfying her kinks and meeting interesting people.

    MONDAY:

    I’m lucky to have a very flexible schedule because I get to determine my day. The first thing I do when I wake up today is to run errands. After which, I do some chores and general housekeeping. It’s almost noon when I’m done, so I try to sort breakfast while also catching up on my unread notifications. 

    When I’m not running errands and being the perfect vanilla daughter, I’m a lifestyle dominatrix. This means someone who’s interested in the BDSM lifestyle not majorly for financial gains. What this means is that I get to meet interesting people and have interesting conversations.

    Someone filled my Google form which I put on the internet for people to book a domme session with me. He dropped his number and asked me to call him. I found this weird because that’s no way to talk to a domme, especially seeing as he booked a session to be a sub. Anyway, I told him off and ignored him. He then came begging a few hours later and offered to pay for my time so I reconsidered him.

    I had him upload his picture, his name and government-issued I.D card so I could do a background check [aggressive Google search] on him. His background check came back clean and we moved on to the next stage which is paying a tribute —any amount between ₦5,000 and whatever amount you can afford — and having a conversation. 

    While talking to him, he casually let it slip that he was in his early fifties and that sort of freaked me out and excited me. I’ve never been with anyone that old before. Because of work, I had to stop texting him but I couldn’t stop thinking about his age — what makes a person in their fifties seek out this kind of thrill?

    TUESDAY:

    The first message I wake up to is from my newest fifty-something-year- old submissive. 

    Him: Do you do drugs?
    Me: The occasional joint here and there.

    Him: No, I mean something stronger like cocaine.

    Me: ….

    In my head I was like wait a minute… but I shrugged it off.

    He went on to ask me for the cost of a session with me. I gave him two options: name-calling and punishment for 2-3 hours at ₦50,000. Or pegging and other unique kinks [like body worship, foot worship] the client might have at between ₦100,000 –  ₦150,000. 

    We settled on name-calling with a little twist and agreed to link up tomorrow. With that out of the way, I spent the rest of my day both lazing about and preparing for tomorrow. 

    WEDNESDAY:

    I don’t want to talk about what happened today because it feels weird saying it out loud. I got to the agreed-upon venue and we spoke for over an hour. I asked him about his kinks, his fetishes, medication history, and whether he was on any medicine. After our conversation, I went on to get wine drunk and he brought out cocaine. 

    I was like…okay. 

    I went into Domme space and he went down on his knees into submissive space. He asked me to cuff him, whip him on his dick, and call him mean names like slut, whore, dirty slut, dog. He also had me alternate with endearing names like little puppy, Mommy’s pet. 

    The weird part was that he kept on doing cocaine all through this so he was very bright-eyed and manic throughout our session. I was a little bit nervous, but I had to keep things in control and use my Domme voice to issue commands to him. 

    When we were done, he ended up paying me more than the agreed amount because, in his words, “I did a great job.” 

    I was so tired from the intensity and novelty of the experience that I just went home to crash.

    THURSDAY:

    I’m experiencing dom drop today, so it’s already a bad day. Being a domme is like getting high; you have people pay to talk to you, people who want you to call them names and people who want to worship you. I’ve had someone offer to pay me ₦25,000 to worship my feet before, but I digress. 

    Being a domme is intoxicating, but coming down from that space and facing the mundaneness of real-life can be jarring. It’s a whirlwind of negative emotions that can go on for days where I’m in a weird space feeling things intensely.  

    I sometimes spend the whole day feeling guilty for living out my kinks, mostly because of how strange, “shameless,”  and unconventional they are. Other days, I have to tell myself that what I’m doing is okay and I’m not hurting anyone.

    The guilt is five times more intense today because of how wild yesterday was. However, I’ve decided that I won’t feel anything and I’m going to try retail therapy. I turn on my laptop and browse through Ali Baba so I can buy new kits/gadgets to enable me to live my best domme life. I browse through the different kinds of whips and paddles – studded, ribbed, made of leather, wood, plastic. I also look at some blindfolds and ropes. I land on a page with extreme gear like CBT gear (cock and ball torture),  electrosex kits, and a chastity cage (where the Mistress holds the key). Finally, my joy is complete when I land on lacy material for my domme outfit.

    My day no longer looks so bad. Fuck you, domme drop. 


    FRIDAY:

    It’s wild that I’ve been reading and fascinated by the dominatrix experience since I was a teenager and I didn’t get to explore it till 2019. I was talking to a friend and the conversation somehow got sexual and boom, we realised we had similar taste in fetishes and kinks. The next month after the conversation I found someone who wanted to be a sub, and here I am now.

    I feel like I’m juggling two identities and it has been difficult balancing both. I’m vanilla in adulting activities in the sense that I don’t swim, I’m scared of heights, I can’t drive, and I don’t ride bikes. Alternatively, I’m also not vanilla because I have kinks, and fantasies of my sub slaves doing my chores and running errands for me. Sometimes I feel like the domme part is taking over but I try to hold my life together. I show up when I need to, I tell the friends that matter to me about my kinks and I generally put one leg in front of the other. 

    I’ve also come to the point where I’ve accepted that I’m a bit of a paradox and that the domme side is here to stay. I’m just focused on being a baby girl and enjoying myself as much as I can. After all, I’m 23, I live with my parents, and I have my whole life ahead of me.


    Last week, I wrote about a full-time housewife. Someone was so touched by her story that they sent a washing machine to ease her burdens. Thank you guys for your continuous show of kindness.

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