You wouldn’t think that a fairy tale could come true in a dimly lit corner bar, but stranger things have happened.

I found my own happily-ever-after — albeit one on the kinky side of the street — when a beautiful damsel made her way into the rowdy room.

She was so different from the giggling, twinkling Friday night set. She was all in black — turtleneck, trousers — and her high-heeled shoes laced up smartly. I’ve never been transparent about my desires with the guys. Saying you want to submit to a woman isn’t the type of confession that comes naturally over nachos. But when the domme of my daydreams strode into the pub, I made my excuses and hurried to her side.

There was a throng, as ever, at the bar, but I muscled my way in next to her, and when she placed... Leer Más