I got another message from this guy who wants me to be his domme. I'm not sure I'm "domme" material. I mean, I'm probably half his size (he's a big dude...*snicker*), and I like to think of myself as the more feminine type. I picture dominatrix women as being about six feet tall with short cropped hair and a drill sergeant attitude. I mean, what would I do if the guy didn't obey me? Hit him with my makeup case? Throw a hissy female temper tantrum? Cry until he submits?
Then again, maybe I've been going about this all wrong. If I have a guy who does whatever I tell him to do, I wouldn't have to do all of this housework. I know my oven is in need of a desperate cleaning...
Hmmm, nekkid housecleaning. That might work.
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