Kink is complicated. Like all good things in life. But not all of the time, sometimes confusion is a better word.
Despite the fact that I never look at on-line porn, femdom-related images have no trouble finding their way onto my screen. If that's what Gaia decides, I surrender. Doesn't mean much, I surrender pretty easily to certain women. Unlike most of my male readers, Dutch is a slave who comes with limits attached. I try to restore the cosmic balance by telling silly jokes when timing is at it's most awkward. Somehow it never works.
It took me much longer to accept my limits than to accept the fact I'm into kink. The latter was just my inner monologue telling me "oh, that's what they call it. Cool."