Raven’s crime.

Until 7 years ago my idea of dominance was the violent act of removing a drunken customer or stepping into the middle of a bar brawl, and dragging people out by the throat.
I was introduced to the lifestyle by seeking out other poly people. A wise man told me at my first munch that no matter what I thought I wanted, it was wrong. No matter how deep I dug, new aspects of the life and in turn, my desire allowed for more glorious and terrifying knowledge to be manifested.
Now being a Dom seems for me either out of character or a role I fear would lead to power hunger.
I fully understand that I have allowed my profession to deeply corrupt my personality.
Now I feel as if I enjoy the concept of a switch. Every encounter can be unique. But the primal instinct has a powerful attraction The possibility of physical dominance and being rough is as thrilling as it is horrific, that being said, my favorite submissive activity was electric play and being flogged (though I wish he hadn’t held back so much.)