I’m sure that quite a few of you have the impression that I am full of the mad dommely skillz.
I’m not.
Technically speaking, I am really rubbish.
You know why?
I don’t care. Seriously.
If I hit a boy with stuff, or bite him, or scratch him, or fuck him, or otherwise play with him, I don’t care if I am elegant, if the strikes are beautiful or if I look fabulous doing it. … Continue Reading