A Collection of Spectacles


Maybe it’s because I haven’t had my coffee yet. Domme life is hard, I know. It’s only been said more than a thousand times by now. It’s weird watching random men assume the same positions before me, curling into themselves like children, all slightly overweight, wearing L’Air Du shit and dripping sweat. I love all of those fuckers, those awful middle-aged toys. I used to go into prospective romantic situations with the honest intention of being myself, knowing I might leave upset. Now I don’t really give two shits, feelings of want come from my mind and nothing emotional.

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