The Punishment I Get For Being A Pro Dominatrix In Shanghai
The irony of being a dominatrix is that I ended up falling for a toilet slave. His submissive, shy demeanor was unexpectedly alluring, and his athletic body only added to the attraction during our sessions. He is the 2nd guy out of 570ish guys I met turned me on. Despite my role as a dominatrix, I found myself developing a soft spot — a crush, even — on him. I thought about asking him out. But deep down, I knew we were fundamentally incompatible and we do not have a future. Our personalities clashed outside of the dungeon, and it was clear that any connection we had was limited to the confines of our shared fantasy. Realizing this, I made the difficult decision to delete his contact information, hoping to sever the emotional ties and maintain the boundary between my professional and personal life.
