Control.

It consumes every aspect of my life and my life itself. I'm naked without it. Everything I have, everyone I know, even the things I don't have must fall under my command. So I must say that I'm fortunate enough to make a living from controlling others.

Those powerful, weary, stressed out men in the high society of Tokyo, they're the ones who need to be controlled the most. Normally, they're the ones who pay the best and are most willing to submit to my whims and desires.

Tokyo's an expensive city. But even the economic vices of such a place remain vibrant against the backdrop of a long stagnant economy. Here, the men are shorter, they bow more, are more obedient, and are generally my preferred customers. I, with my authentic bouncy blond hair coupled with my starry blue eyes stand out from the generic crowd of Japanese escorts, catering to salarymen with more exotic tastes.

My day starts the minute everyone else leaves work. I don't work the night shift, preferring to set my own hours and write my own schedule. Not that the boss minds, after all, they're still half a dozen fuzoku shops specializing in promoting my unique services that will eagerly roll out the red carpet and take me in at a moment's notice. Such is the demand for domination/s & m services by exotic blonde girls here.

I won't go into how or why I ended up on the other side of the world, having been born and bred on the sunny beaches of California. But I'll say that on this tiny piece of land no larger than Los Angeles crammed with ten times as many people, I am the queen.

My footsteps ring leisurely as I step into the familiar small shop in Kabukicho, one of Tokyo's most notorious districts. Various colors of the rainbow scream for my attention as I walk on by, ignoring their garish neon façade. The kanji etched onto the advertisements are of no relevance to me. I don't buy kinky experiences, I provide it.

Resting my hand on the wooden tabletop counter, I caress its Sakura surface for support as I take off my shoes. No matter who we are, we must treat this place like our home, removing our shoes at the door and wearing the slippers provided as per Japanese custom. I don't mind it since I need to switch heels and costumes ever so often anyway.