By: Lucky Charms
I never pictured myself becoming a dominatrix. But in hindsight, there’s always been a darkness in me—a certain je ne sais quoi that makes weak, wanting, submissive boys seem come out of the woodwork on their knees. Perhaps it is my commanding six feet of height, which is especially daunting in heels. Perhaps it’s the way my soft, supple curves just seem to belong in a steel boned corset. This particular boy is quite the delightful specimen. He is taller than me—always a turn on—with piercing blue eyes and bedraggled sandy hair. His smooth, apricot skin is pulled taut over lean muscle and sinew. He’s a fairly typical guy in my medical school class. Brilliant yet offbeat, and a lover of all things athletic. An A student that fidgets constantly—like he has a secret.
