K-pop Star Domin-Idol Needs A Rest (On the Producer's Back) -- Femdom Caption Image

“I’ve been posing for pictures for hours. I’m fucking tired. Do you know how hard it is to keep sitting and standing in these boots in weird poses like this?”

“Yes, I do, Miss Domin-Idol. I know. don’t worry. We’ll be finishing up soon. Just stay there.”

“No, I don’t think you do, mister producer. I really don’t think you do. Come over here and let me rest.”

“I’ll get you a folding chair.”

“I don’t think you heard me, producer bitch. I said, you come over. You’ll be my chair. Your record company said they’d be serving my interests if I signed their contract, didntcha?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think that was in my job description. I make stars.”

“You didn’t make me. Oh, you can fool yourself and say your record company discovered me or some shit. Bullshit. I was a fourteen-year-old girl. It was your training? How many girls did you kick out cuz they missed a move in practice when they were tired and underfed? Kicked them out instead of training them up? It was I who made it and I who became the face of your label.”

“And you will remain so. That’s why I arranged this photo shoot.”

“You think I need you? You think I need S&M Entertainment? I could change agencies and still retain my global fanbase. What would your boss say if he lost me because of your weakness?”

“Uh, sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“That’s ‘Yes, Mistress,’ to you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Domin-Idol. Yes, Mistress. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“That’s right, you listen to me.”

[Sits on producer’s back for 15 minutes smoking and shaking off ash on the back of his hand]

“You don’t know how hard it is. Maybe you’d like to feel how hard I’ve been working. You can feel it and taste it in my sweat.”

“What do you mean, Mistress Domin-Idol?”

“Help take these boots off, bitch-tern.”

[Producer wiggles sweaty boots of Domin-Idol’s feet]

“Open your mouth.”

[He opens his mouth, she tips the boots]

“There, can you taste that?”

[Puddle of sweat drips out into producer’s mouth]

“How’s my hard work taste?”