I dominate my husband, Lewis, just about as much as I like, which is plenty. It doesn’t involve “fantasy gear,” weird makeup, whips, handcuffs and stuff like that. Which is handy, since I don’t dig leather that much. And there was no turning point when I suddenly got tough and handed down the “law.” I pretty much had Lewis eating out of my hand by the end of our first date!

I was used to guys practically groveling at my feet to get me into the sack, but Lewis kept it up afterward. I mean, the poor guy was still lovesick even after I’d fucked his brains out! I would have been crazy not to take advantage of the power that gave me. Besides, I didn’t want to deprive my little man of the joy of becoming even more hung up on me than he was already.

So I started doing... Leer Más