“I like young men to do as they are told,” she snapped, nailing me with her blue eyes. “And you would do anything I told you to do, wouldn’t you?”

I cleared my throat and nodded.

For years I’d tried to fulfill my dominatrice fantasies on my own, but the so-called bitch goddesses advertised in the underground papers were more professional than domineering. What I wanted was the real thing, not a phony act amateurishly performed by some dolled-up hooker with the meter running. On the all-important night, I reluctantly went to my sister’s sorority reunion, I’d just about decided that my ideal woman existed only in my kinky imagination. What irony it was that Joyce, my sister, who’d been trying to set me up for years, inadvertently brought into my life exactly... Read More