flying_tenor

Since I've been dating, I've found a reasonable amount of women who have great jobs and responsibility during the day - they're the teachers, the doctors, the business women that everyone admires.
But when they get home, when they cross the threshold, a very different side to them comes out. Maybe you have a line, just after the front door, that, before you cross it, you have to remove all your clothes? Maybe you have rules and tasks that you have to follow every day - make sure that you're hairless from the neck down, ask permission before you can climax? Maybe you love being a brat, and pushing me when we're out with friends, until I give you that look which you know means that you are in real trouble when you get home - and that just makes you wet, instantly. Maybe you love being spanked, tied up, tied down, caned or cropped, made to crawl to me while wearing a collar and leash. Did we just make a bet on the local football team? You were sure that your team were going to win, and made a bet that for every point that they lost by, you would...? Maybe you love more than that.
Maybe, really, you need more than that...?
Me? Professionally employed. Kink is part of me, but it doesn't define me. There's plenty more to me, but I'm not going to post it all here. I have to keep somethings a mystery, right?