on for a couple of weeks, with me becoming bossier and more brittle every day and Freddie visibly chaffing under my draconian rule, but too miserably abject at having been found to have cheated on me, to protest. Then finally it all came to a head when he found out that I had consoled myself briefly with David, as I said.” Alison nodded somewhat apologetically to Hope, who blew Alison a kiss of forgiveness. “As soon as Freddie found out he had something on me, he shook off the yoke of domestic oppression I had been submitting him to and gave me to understand that my days of domming him were permanently at an end. And he was right. As a dom, I was a tyrant. I became my father. Was I truly mean, or merely resentful at having been forced into the dominant role? (Even though I was the one who forced myself into it.) So my question is this, should we ever try to change our roles?”
