The irony of being a dominatrix is that I ended up falling for a toilet slave.
Out of the 570 or so men I’ve encountered in my line of work, he was only the second one to truly captivate me. His submissive, shy demeanor had an unexpected allure, and his athletic physique only heightened the...
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