Beside Myself

Could I trust my femdom, pharmaceutical-rep-wife? I'd thought so. Can someone who utterly dominates you still genuinely love you? I'd thought that, too. Can you be a "Kept Man," while you're being emasculated? It worked that way . . . so far."The Troll and the Witch," my stepfather called us: sour on me; hot for my wife. Why had she married me? I don't question good luck. But then things began to. . . change. It would take me a while before I learned that-I'd thought she was perhaps "casting spells"?-my wife-the-pharmaceutical rep had been dosing me. A while longer to learn what those meds did, and. . . why. Our life together worked. My wife was my Goddess; the polestar of our relationship: her absolute dominance. What would it mean to discover that she too had a submissive side?What would happen then?