| I listed it as a "no" in my checklist, but really it was only a "no" before I met the love of my life, the perfect woman for me: a girl to whom I could talk, a beautiful girl, intelligent, one who played both roles. Nothing was a "no" anymore; nothing was a "no" on either side of the whip. And nothing could’ve been better. In fact, in the four months since we met and moved in together, I would say we were in love-and I would say we were finding out which of us was more dominant, which more submissive. I have always believed that all switches prefer one role. I was beginning to realize why I switched in the first place. Top was becoming my standard place in the bedroom, but for tonight, I would give up more control to my girl than ever before, more control than ever to anyone anytime. I found myself thinking about these things in our dungeon, otherwise known as our second bedroom, waiting on my love and her friend. I’d taken my role on bottom relatively far with her before....
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