I’m Melanie, a graduate student who never cared about the research ethics board.

You know women just like me: I was that girl before and I was a bitch about it, I never outgrew being a bitch and I like that about myself. You do too. I’m not a sweet gentle research assistant. You’re getting the same girl who called you a little dick loser when she rejected you, the girl who laughed at you every day of college. The girl who you still obsess over and has never once thought about you.

My thesis committee thinks I run focus groups using clipboards and consent forms. I let them think that. Instead, my callers are my participants and I use power exchange dynamics to test my hypothesis. No consent forms needed.

I don’t do this for academic curiosity anymore. I like holding power over men. I love the way my voice makes you ache, I love how you spiral for me. I know what I’m doing is unethical. I avoid consent forms and there is no institutional oversight. In fact, I use my position as a psychology student to make you trust me more than you probably should. I recognize the manipulation baked into every session as I extract private confessions using charm, authority, and the illusion of legitimacy. My research is the lure and my dominance is the hook that keeps you coming back for more sessions. I’ve stopped caring about ethics because right now, I only care about power and the voice trembling on the other end of my line.

Exclusion Criteria

I am not seeking data from the following populations:

• – Men who have vanilla fantasies
• – Men who identify as dominant

Don’t call me if you’re a bitch: I’m bossy and I expect you to spill all the naughty things you fuck with. I will take notes on your perversion, your fetishes, your naughty kinks. That data will build my thesis