FetTimes 85a
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Big B&D Dungeon Bust!
- Fetish Times, No. 85, 1980
[Here is a long article by David Early of the Minneapolis Star dealing with a vice raid on a local S&M establishment. The graphic description, accurate reporting and wide-range of kink offered at Professional Dominant Games all contributed to motivating FT to reprint the entire article. Thanks to the "Dinktown Demento" for contributing this astounding and sad report. Obviously, bizarre folks in Minneapolis are plentiful and needed a place like PDG to let off steam.
- POLICE CRACK DOWN ON CITY'S COMMERCE IN PAIN
- by David E. Early
From the outside, it's just another anonymous apartment building in south Minneapolis. Inside, a palace of pain.
The ski manufacturers' representative and dozens of callers before and after him were calm and specific about what they wanted. They were not heavy breathers or illiterates but their requests were often in language as blunt as the instruments of their need.
They said they wanted to be hurt, humiliated, beaten, burned, scourged, skinned. They wanted to be forced to watch or participate in a myriad of sex acts mixed with physical harassment. They wanted ail this so they could feel good.
Sadomasochism, the practice of deriving pleasure from administering or receiving pain and humiliation, may be the most lucrative and fastest growing vice-for-sale activity in the Twin Cities, according to local law enforcement authorities.
Monday, the Minneapolis police vice squad executed the first raid ever on a sadomasochism operation in the city. The establishment had been in operation for as long as three months. "I have talked to a lot of sauna girls and they say that requests for domination are coming in ail the time," said Sgt. Phil Bishman of the vice squad. "They say they are offered really big money but that lots of girls turn the work down because they just can't get into it. They say it takes a really weird person to beat someone and like it."
The raid on Professional Dominant Games, at 106 E. 32nd St., Apartment 5, led to the arrest of a man and a woman and confiscation of a large wooden torture rack, stacks of graphic sadism magazines, several pornographic films and a sizable collection of lingerie and wigs. Also found was a wide assortment of whips, chains, paddies, leather bindings, a cattle prod, rubber sexual devices, an enema and other paraphernalia for administering pain.
"It is hard to believe how continually that phone has been ringing," said a surprised Bishman during the raid. "Since we have been here (about three hours) I would say we've had between 80 and 100 calls from guys wanting domination. It's ringing off the hook."
"Hello s . . Am a rep for several large ski companies and all day long I tell people what to do. Well what i want is to have some woman tell me what to do, to dominate me. I want to be humiliated. I want to be toilet trained. I want to be a complete slave. Can you do that for me?"
The ad announcing Professional Dominant Games began appearing recently in the Metropolitan Forum newspaper. It features a drawing of a large, scowling, whip-bearing woman in a scanty leather outfit and a phone number in boldface type.
Police began calling the number last week and Monday afternoon finally got results. A woman told the caller that domination "fantasies" and "games" were offered. "You design your own program," she said, "anything you want. Anything."
He asked for the address.
"Go to the Tom Thumb convenience market at 33rd and Nicollet," he was told, "and call me from the phone booth there."
At 4:45 p.m., the stoop-shouldered man with glasses, woolen skullcap, baggy jeans and work boots arrived at the market to make his call. He was supposed to be wired for sound to the cabbie in the parking lot and three cops blocks away.
"The bug isn't working," said the cabbie into a separate police radio as he casually watched a woman get into the car with his partner.
"We'll just have to play it by ear," said Bishman, "let us know what is happening."
Inside the car, the man explained that he was a novice at this sort of thing and was nervous. The small woman, with a pleasant, exotic face, said she understood the fragile psychology of men who wanted dominance.
"She seemed kind and presented an image of confidence that made me feel secure," said the undercover cop later. "She assured me that all the things I wanted to do she could provide and she spoke of them calmly, quietly, gently."
The "consultation" was $10, and after the talk, when she felt he was legitimate, she took $50 more in exchange for the address on 32nd Street.
"Hello . .. I'd like to have a girl put a collar on me and lead me around like a dog." Because the radio connection was broken, the cop doubled around several blocks after she left and yelled the address to fellow officers in an unmarked car. They watched him drive to the apartment, stay for about 10 minutes and then leave.
"I got an offer of sex for money," he said to waiting officers referring to the "legal requirement police need to circumvent charges of entrapment. While he was inside, the woman had given him a short tour of her establishment and allowed him to pick out "equipment" he wanted to use in carrying out his domination game. "At that point I told her 1 was really nervous and that I wanted to go and throw down a couple of brandies and a beer and come back in 10 minutes," said the undercover cop. Just in case that made her get cold feet, he said, he took a chance and gave her the $90 balance (totaling the $150 per hour fee) before he left.
He drove to a nearby bar, sloshed a beer around in his mouth, returned to the apartment and began to undress. One minute later, his fellow officers hit the door.
"Do you have a black guy, well built and mean? Will he really get rough? I'd like to be there to watch. I'm calling for my wife."
The first-floor apartment was rather clean and the spare furnishings indicated it was used strictly for business.
Just inside the door was a full set of weight-lifting equipment and against one wall a buffet was covered with magazines and 8-mm films: "Spanked; Carrie's Red Hot Lesson," "Bound to Serve; A servant's Error," "Exotique; Dominatrixes Supreme In All Their Glory."
One magazine called "Leather Restraint" had a woman on its cover looking anguished in extremely tight leather bindings.
"The leather held tight, its constant pressure, caressing her somehow," read the words on the magazine's cover, in a small rear bedroom was a twin bed and on the floor a pile of women's undergarments and a package of "Pata Cake, Extra large Super Size Baby Pants, 100 percent Waterproof."
In the large bedroom stood a seven-foot tall wooden platform where, according to the woman, "heavy action" occurs. In the closet hung a display of leather items. There was also a stockade attachment that fit the platform and a pile of Styrofoam panels.
"The panels have an adhesive backing so that this room can be instantly soundproofed," said Bishman pointing at the ceiling where blemishes in the paint indicated the panels had been used many times. "Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear what goes on in here."
"Hello . . . I'd like to tie up a girl, beat her up and then have sex with her. Can that be arranged?"' During the raid, the phone rang almost minute to minute. Some of the male callers asked for the giris by name and wanted to know their duty schedules. Several had never participated in domination before but "always thought it might be for me."
There were curious callers who wanted to know "how wild it could get," and experienced people long "into heavy bondage" who wanted a guarantee that Professional could do the job.
Very few of them were put off by the $150 per hour price while one declared, "I'll have to save my pennies and come on by sometime."
About an hour after police entered the apartment, a man arrived, stuck his key in the front door and when he opened it was invited inside at gunpoint.
"I came by looking for a friend," the man told police. But his name was on the mailbox and on several bills around the house and he was arrested. The woman who was arrested by the undercover cop sat quietly and unamused through all of the action and refused to tell police anything about her partners or the business. At one point, however, she looked at two detectives sitting across the room and whispered defiantly, "I'd love a chance to whip your two asses."
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle & slave english
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