I’m at home filming a fetish clip in my heavily exaggerated posh English accent, portraying a posh British dominant lady from London. But when I’m interrupted by a phone call from a friend, I slip out of the dominatrix character I was playing to reveal that I am anything but a posh Londoner and was in fact born and bred in New York City, working in the local Mc-Donalds. I crack open a and chat away to my friend, laughing about how I rip off men by putting on an act. I tell her how the clip I was currently filming is actually for a guy who lives a block and a half away from me and I’d probab...

I’m at home filming a fetish clip in my heavily exaggerated posh English accent, portraying a posh British dominant lady from London. But when I’m interrupted by a phone call from a friend, I slip out of the dominatrix character I was playing to reveal that I am anything but a posh Londoner and was in fact born and bred in New York City, working in the local Mc-Donalds. I crack open a and chat away to my friend, laughing about how I rip off men by putting on an act. I tell her how the clip I was currently filming is actually for a guy who lives a block and a half away from me and I’d probably served him in Mc-Donalds before, yet he thinks I’m from London! As I sit chatting away, sipping on my and burping, it’s clear that the character I play is a million miles away from the slobby person I really am, which just makes it all the more humiliating!