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“As my submissive.”
“Can I be honest?” I blurt without realizing I said it.
“Yes.”
“I feel weird. I’m used to be in power.”
She leans over the table giving me a shot of cleavage. “It’s okay to give me your power. Mason, it takes a strong man to know what he wants and to take what he wants.”
“How did you become a domanatrix?”
“That’s a story… not for dinner time.”
