CONFESSION OF A DUBAI SLAY QUEEN: I WAS PAID TO GIVE PLEASURE TO THEIR DOGS

CONFESSION OF A DUBAI SLAY QUEEN: I WAS PAID TO GIVE PLEASURE TO THEIR DOGS

Confession of a Dubai Slay Queen: The Curse That Money Brought Me

I used to think Dubai was the land of dreams — where designer bags, champagne, and perfect selfies would finally make me feel worthy. I watched other girls go there and come back shining, their lives looking like paradise. So when the opportunity came, I didn’t hesitate.

They promised me luxury, gifts, and quick money. All I had to do was “entertain” rich men for a few nights. I told myself it was just a small sacrifice. But deep down, I knew I was selling something more than my body — I was selling my soul.

Things happened there that I can never unsee and never speak about openly. What I did for money still haunts me at night. When I returned home, I had money, yes — but something inside me was broken. My spirit felt dirty. My body felt different.

I used to meet these men through my connection and it's three different men to be precise. All of them invited me to fancy restaurants and gifted me with expensive jewellery on our first dates. Then they invited me to their homes. Of course these happend on different occasions and dates but the patterns were all the same.

On our dates these men all seemed very much into me but behind closed doors they showed zero interests and if anything they looked like I disgusted them somehow. It was their big skinny and tall dogs that had an interest in me.

They offered me huge amounts of money to se#ualy pleasure the dogs. Money I couldn't resist. Another thing that made me agree was because the dogs pen!s looked exactly like a human one. The perfect size and shape that any woman would find it hard to resist.

I gave myself in and that was the beginning of my end. Yes I did get the huge amount of money but the price paid was far worse. I didn't know I had sacrificed my womb during the process of sl3eping with the dog.

Not long after, strange things started happening. My periods changed — the color, the smell — everything was off. I went to doctors; they found nothing wrong. But I knew this wasn’t just physical. It was spiritual. I carried shame, regret, and a secret I couldn’t confess to anyone.

People see me online and still call me “a Dubai girl.” They don’t know the price I paid. They don’t know that every time I close my eyes, I see what I did to become “rich.” Sometimes, I wish I could go back and choose peace instead of pleasure.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned — not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes, it’s just dirt covered in diamonds.