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Belle of the Ball Gag

For a two-month stretch that ended a few weeks ago, Mistress Seven spent her evenings as the guest of Sheriff Joe Arpaio's Tent City, the primitive outdoor jail in south Phoenix.

She did so under her legal name of Amber Dawn Landin, 32, serving time for extreme DUI and felony endangerment. "Seven," as she prefers to be called these days, had been arrested after crashing her car into a tree near Williams, a small city in northern Arizona between Flagstaff and Kingman.

Remarkably, she'd suffered only minor bruises and cuts in the crash, after which she blew a blood-alcohol level of .306, almost four times the legal limit. A boyfriend with her at the time also escaped serious injury.

In sentencing Seven to four months in jail, a Coconino County judge allowed her to do her time in Maricopa County, where she lives and works. Under Arizona law, Seven would have to serve at least 60 days of that sentence, but with a most-welcome provision:

The judge agreed to let her out of custody every day but Sunday from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. to go to work.

So, for six mornings a week in March and April, one of Seven's three roommates would pick her up in front of the Tents at 8 a.m. They'd drive up to their north Phoenix apartment, where Seven would take a hot shower and grab something to eat that wasn't green bologna or any of the scary mystery meats on Arpaio's ghastly menu.

She would then cake on her makeup (cosmetics aren't allowed in the jail), and it would be off to work at a business tucked away in an industrial area 10 minutes southwest of downtown Phoenix.



The owner of that business, officially called DOIAZ, earlier had written the judge that Seven's work duties "include answering and directing phone calls, e-mails and basic customer assistance."

That was all true.

So, apparently, was the boss' line that said Seven "maintains a positive, supportive attitude with other employees and clients, and often assists with duties she is not obligated to do."

It was these other "duties" that first led us to the saga of Mistress Seven, a very sweet yet very twisted sister who proudly calls herself the "most extreme dominatrix in this part of the world."




DOIAZ, which sounds like a government agency or a computer business, is better known to habitués as the Den of Iniquity, owned by former porn star Porsche Lynn.

The place is a sprawling "dungeon," at which a bevy of mistresses set up their little shops of horrors, and perform nasty, often painful acts (none involving overt sex and all of them legal, according to Seven) upon men from all walks of life.

The men (occasionally a guy will bring in a lady pal for a group session) are "slaves" to their mistress, usually for a few hours at a stretch.

Seven — a voluptuous (thanks to the miracles of modern medicine), exotic-looking beauty in the mold of, say, Carmen Electra — has been a professional dom for more than a year. She jumped headfirst into "the life," as she calls it, with the same manic intensity that has dictated the rest of her existence.

Of Latin, American Indian and Scotch-Irish descent, Seven's life as an object of sexual attention started young, probably when her mother began taking her around to Phoenix nightclubs as a 15-year-old to model lingerie.

Since then, she's had more bad relationships with men than any self-respecting (at times) dominatrix should ever have had to endure.

Her unenviable track record includes two ex-husbands, the first of whom was heavy metal legend Yngwie Malmsteen, a guitar wizard who rose to global prominence in the 1980s.

Her troubles haven't been relegated just to her choices of lovers.

Seven claims to have survived four or five unintentional drug overdoses in the late 1990s, some of which led to recoveries in psychiatric hospitals. There also was a suicide try, with the mode of attempted self-destruction being a razor blade.

But Seven is a survivor, and currently seems to be making a good living at tormenting men.

"In my professional life, I kick ass and they pay me for it," she says, smiling devilishly. "Am I vulgar and vile and evil to people who are desirous of me being that way? Yes. But I'm not going to whale on someone and kick them in the balls or whatever unless they really want me to.

"It's hard for the vanilla, close-minded person to understand about the energy exchange that goes on between the dom and her slave. You can fake an orgasm, but you can't fake the energy. I get a lot out of it, too."

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Paul Rubin
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