I lay on my bed, thinking, red lingerie flowing over my thighs, the netting barely a whisper as I stared at the ceiling. He would be here soon. Another Domina had sent her boy to me, one of her favorites. It was a kindness on her part. I had been attacked in my home only days earlier and although I had successfully defended myself, I found it difficult to sleep at night. I was restless. Of course, I had a secret. I was not truly a Dominant, I was simply very angry with Masters at the moment and I knew what to do, I had paid attention. I drew pleasure from taking out my frustrations on the willing and they took enjoyment from receiving. It was a win-win situation. Some tried to convince me that I was a switch. I chuckled. I knew myself better than they did. I knew what I was and what I needed. How I wished it was a strong man being sent my way tonight. Did they still exist? I sighed and the knock came at the door. I rose and walked to the door, my favorite sword well in hand and looke...
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