Confession of an Anonymous Domme

Confession, I once spent an entire evening at a party reminding myself that I don't accept male pets. A boy came to me so eager. Setting himself at my heel, he never said a word, but there was something in his eyes. A yearning that was so strong it caused him to shake.

It is very rare for this to have any effect on me. Usually, I would have simple ignored him, but there was something there that I found captivating, even exciting.

It is one of the few times my personal preferences could be swayed and rarely to fill the needs of another .

I even wonder from time to time if I shouldn't have just taken the boy. But that is a fantasy confession for another day.