Dear curious reader,
Before you read my review, I implore you to please read “The Sinner’s Lament”, penned by Pepper theirself.
All done? Allow me a brief introduction. Before I found Pepper, I was lost. I was a stray, physically disabled, queer, and very nerdy mutt cooped up in Seattle after a lifetime of hardship and abuse. The only semblance of purpose I had to cling to was a vague notion of wanting to help build community, and mild career success.
I had already been through professional therapy, yet I was addicted to substance, I spent days in bed, I was letting my conditions eat me alive.
To get to know Pepper is to truly let yourself be known, heard, seen, and understood in turn.
Pepper has truthfully helped me save myself, and their care has forever changed me into someone I am proud to be; braver, stronger, extroverted, and much, much kinkier.
Through true submission to their power and guidance, I have learned to love myself, and have learned more about my potential than I thought possible.
In the approximately six months I have been under Pepper’s care, I have fulfilled dreams and dared to accomplish things I was simply too meek, doubtful of myself, and afraid to do before, including but not limited to:
-First official pet play session.
-Participated in and won my first kink fashion performance show.
-Starred in a music video
-Had my first real prom dance with Pepper.
-Performed a strip tease, got pegged, spit roasted and pissed on immediately after said prom dance.
-Cooked my first full course meal for someone.
-Attended pole classes
-Moshed and Crowd Surfed for the first time
-Made local friends city wide
-Gained recognition and praise at my corporate job for attitude and leadership.
–And much more.
Pepper may be an absolute spitfire and a laughing riot– believe me, I’ve hardly grinned and laughed as heartily as when I’m in the grace of their company, or taking their strap; but as someone with CPTSD who is a victim of domestic and sexual abuse, I have never felt safer or more cared for in my life than when their razor sharp gaze cuts through the veil of my trauma and sees me for who and what I am.
I have now proven so many doubters in my life wrong. In my corner of the ring, Pepper’s smooth yet scorching voice in my ear makes me melt before I compose myself, having the world’s most benevolent and beautiful clown God coaching me through my next big goal.
Now, if you’re not looking to put your life in some hilarious hands, I get it, and there’s still a-plenty of fun to be had for hours, having your most perverted dreams come true in Pepper’s spicy dungeon.
But, curious reader…..
You can discover your best self too, under their big, twisted tent. All you have to do is take a chance on fate, and believe in the magic of Pepper’s Circus.