SWITCHING WITH THE SISSY
He told me had once been a dom. I already knew that and knew he hadn’t been the kind. Loving dom my friend Anna had needed. He had rather been a domineering arsehole, on a power kick. But, when I first met him, I sensed that, behind his cartoon like dom persona, lurked submissiveness, a submissiveness that he was trying so hard to deny. We … Continue reading SWITCHING WITH THE SISSY