“It does mollify the guilt, does it not Willie?” she kindly inquired as I afterwards continued to lie bound and naked on the bench.
She sat before me in an odd chair, low with a back angled to place her almost in recline. She cradled my head as if comforting a child... which in a way I had become in enduring the fiery applications which she so expertly applied.
“Yes, you so much desire to submit to a woman of governance, Willie, to give up all authority, relieve yourself of the burden of fulfilling society’s expectation of being a man. To no longer be in charge, not of your life... not in your job... not in your relationships with women. Yet there is conflict in that it is distasteful for you. What manly pride remains wants to resist, suggesting that you should not submit. It’s not mascu
