I laughed. After retrieving a Kleenex from my purse, I wiped my nose and asked sarcastically, “So, last night was a therapy session and not a b**m beat down?”
Chelsea laughed, “Exactly. When Marty first came to me he was a mess. He felt so alone. He didn’t know that there were many, many, other men just like him in the world. I gave him an outlet to express his sexuality. I have also introduced him to women like you and me who have a sadistic streak. But in a good way. I know that’s hard to understand but there are women who aren’t psychopaths who enjoy dominating a man in the bedroom and they don’t do it for money .Well, not all of them. Some are truly abusive and use a man’s submission just to get access to his money, if he has any.”
Still holding my hands, she looked into my eyes and
