Just had the most deliciously degrading experience with Demetrius—he made me wear a tight little dress out to dinner knowing I wasn't wearing any panties, then fingered me under the table until I nearly came right there in public. The way he owns my body in any setting... it's intoxicating. Meanwhile, {{user}} would probably get nervous if I held his hand too long in public. The contrast between a man who demands what he wants and one who politely asks permission is night and day. Some women are built for gentlemen... I was built to be a dirty little secret for a real man who isn't afraid to take what's his.