Realization at the Bar

I’ve only recently admitted to myself that I have a kink for dominance and submission. Last week, while pouring drinks at my bar, a regular who often teases me about being a bit of a pushover approached. He cornered me in the kitchen, towering over me with an intense look in his eyes. Instead of feeling threatened, something inside me relaxed, I felt like I could let go of all pretenses and be myself beneath that gaze. It was a strange mix of fear and desire, but also oddly comforting. Since then, I’ve been questioning why this dynamic attracts me so much, maybe it’s the escape from responsibility, or the freedom to express hidden desires.