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I've always felt like this; like I need a strong person to control and punish me. About three months ago, I plucked up the courage to visit a dominatrix. I was nervous going in to her place, but she had this way about her; she had me eating out of her hand, so to speak. The upshot was she gave me a proper going over. First, I went over her knee. Then, she used a variety of implements on me before giving me twelve strokes of the cane. It hurt like mad, but I would love to go back someday! -Anthony, 53