Show Me Your Panties and Tell Me Your Deepest Secrets

Master Jerry wasn't always Master Jerry. He used to be just Jerry, with a wife and a job and a kid even. But then one day, the Master came calling.

“I ad-libbed myself into it,” he remembers. He was shooting an amateur porn video—it's a long story—and one of the dominatrixes didn't show.

“There were two good-looking blondes chained to the ceiling in miniskirts and stockings,” he said. “And at the last second, the girl said, 'Why don't you be in charge?' So I put on my combat boots—and I always wear black Levi's anyway—put on a black silk shirt and picked up a riding crop my son found on the way home from school one day. And the next thing you know, I'm Master Jerry.”

So who is Master Jerry? Well, he's a guy—a take-charge kind of guy. He's a longtime amateur pornographer (it's how he pays his bills). He lives out in the boonies in San Bernardino. He has a website at (naturally) www.masterjerry.net. And he wants to help you realize your fantasies—especially the wild ones. He's kind of like a dominatrix, except not: he's a guy, not a girl, and he's Master Jerry. The only Master Jerry in the world. And most important, he's a keeper of a sacred trust: that unique, almost divine bond that blossoms between, say, a drooling, tied-up, naked person and a Master Jerry. He takes this trust very seriously. It's not just a job. It's a calling.

“It's an intense thing,” he says. “I'm not saying, 'Hi, how are you?' I'm saying, 'Sit down on the couch, spread your legs, show me your panties, and tell me your deepest secrets.' And these people can't wait. The trust level—they trust me more than their husbands, their wives, their moms, their dads, maybe their preachers. They tell me things they don't tell their preachers. It's a relationship of great depth—I really, really, really know who these people are. It's not skin-deep and it's not below-the-skin-deep. It's right up against the soul.”

And there's an art to Master Jerry, he says. It's more than just stalking around the room with a riding crop and giving orders. It's about giving people an experience.

“I was in sales for a very long time, so I've got a lot of people skills,” he says. “So, I use those people skills to find out not what kind of car a person wants but what kind of experience a person wants. So when a girl comes to me, I read her body language and gradually ask her questions that lead into what I want to know. When you tell someone, 'Hi' and shake hands, you're touching that person—it's a sales technique. The more you touch a person, the closer they get to you.”

Being Master Jerry has its perks, he admits. “I've fulfilled every fantasy I've ever had and had fantasies I've never had happen to me,” he says. “Like one time, three or four girls called and said, 'We're coming over, and we have a new lady you haven't met—how about if we all dress up like cheerleaders?'” But like any great trust, it can be a sober burden as well. Master Jerry shoulders his responsibility with aplomb.

“Regular friends do not introduce me to women because they're afraid I'll pervert them. 'This is a sweet young thing, goes to church every Sunday—please don't talk to her!'” he says. “I was taken aback when it first started happening, but it got me to thinking about their cause for concern for this person. They want to make sure this person doesn't fall in with something that's going to overpower them. When I realize what's happening, I reassure them I'm not out to change anybody.”

That's not what Master Jerry is about, he says. He doesn't come to you—you go to him when you're ready. If you're ready. If he thinks you're ready.

“If they want something to do with me, they have to ask—and ask very nicely,” he says. “And they usually have to beg.”

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