The perfect boyfriend for me!
Every boyfriend I’ve ever had has called me intimidating. I never thought I’d meet a man who would understand my love of sissies. I dominate them, yeah, but fuck them? Date them? Why would I grant a sissy that privilege? No, I need a real man to take care of my insatiable sexual appetite. Above all, he needs to share my need to turn subs into sissy sluts. I had always imagined I’d be single forever, since it takes a lot of man to handle me.
I knew I met my match the second I saw him across a crowded bar. The music was blaring, hot and sweaty bodies were writhing together on the dance floor, and I may have had a little too much to drink. I thought he didn’t see me either. I was wrong. When I was dancing half-naked in a crowd of girls and I felt strong hands around my waist, I knew he found me. Jason – the most dominant bull I had ever met.
