“She’s a Dominatrix. I paid her to be my Domme,” he says, looking at the ground as he speaks. “What does that mean?” Finally, looking up, he replies, “It means…we’d go into a room, and I would do whatever the fuck she told me to.” “Like sex?” “No,” he replies quickly while walking one way, then spinning back toward the other. “Yes. Sort of.” “What is sort of sex?” I reply. He chuckles. “We had sex, but that’s not what I paid her for.”
