For most people, the word Domme conjures up an image of tight black leather, spiked heels and snapping bull whips. A woman who emasculates men and drags them around metaphorically by the balls while literally tethering them to a sparkly leash. But it's so much more than that. I'm so much more than that. The men I take on as a sub aren't looking for the Mistress of the Dark... moreFor most people, the word Domme conjures up an image of tight black leather, spiked heels and snapping bull whips. A woman who emasculates men and drags them around metaphorically by the balls while literally tethering them to a sparkly leash. But it's so much more than that. I'm so much more than that. The men I take on as a sub aren't looking for the Mistress of the Dark. They want the kinky version of the American-as-apple pie, girl-next-door who'll make them do things they would never ask any wife, girlfriend, or lover for. After all, isn't it against nature for men to be submissive? History has shown us time and time again that men are the natural-born dominators of the world — conquering and subjugating mankind, animals, and nature to their will. But the truth goes back to when it all began — a ripe, delectable piece of fruit that became the first act of a woman's domination over man. Thousands of years later, it's still the same. Offer them a ripe piece of yourself — of your knowledge to what they desire — and they succumb every time. To bend a man's will is the greatest power and pleasure you will ever know. Outside the walls of the exclusive club where I work, I'm all the things my subs think I am. I'm the graduate student with a 4.0. The loving daughter of poverty-stricken parents. The very first one in her staunchly blue-collar family to have the opportunity to go to college — to claw her way out of the endless dead-end jobs and debt collectors. What the scholarships didn't cover, my earnings at the club did. I would go from teaching men to be submissive to teaching students. Just as I got ready to walk out of the club and embrace the new future I'd worked so hard to obtain, he walked through the doors. He sought me out among all the others. He wanted breaking. He wanted to submit. He wanted to be controlled. But like that forbidden fruit so long ago, his submission had a price. One that could destroy us both. less
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