Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re — Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re — Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re — Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re — Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re — Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
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Bottoming doesn't make you a submissive any more than standing in my kitchen makes you a cook. By the way, while you’re there, please make me a sandwich.

— Michael Makai, Domination & Submission: The BDSM Relationship Handbook
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