Free Sex

I started the Millennium by listening to a BDSM radio show.

I was desperate for a hookup. Everybody would smell it at first sight, and rejected me after I paid for the first drink. Wasn’t I capable of getting free sex? I would have done anything for free.

I recall these nocturnal broadcasting on my local radio from three to six in the morning. I forgot about the radio station, but the name of the show was 3–6, which also stands for free-sex.

With her foreign accent, the host was reading bizarre offers to whoever was in need. The calls were all about sadomasochism, bondage, domination, and also humiliation.

One night, I responded to a dominatrix proposing a “strapon date”, for free, fifty miles away. After identity checks, I was Live, with Her, trying to figure out the how and when.

I drove to the development, and met my mistress that night. No lights, door open, it was in the basement, she was here ready to blindfold and chain me. And she calls back 3–6!

I remember sobbing and crying on air. It was kinky, and I was naive. After the session, I realized the ploy: those calls were pro ads. So I paid and went home in the morning light.

I stopped calling but kept listening to 3–6 even more.