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He liked to be humiliated, and the thought that someone might see him in my panties had him erect.

He went to work wearing them that same day and frequently texted me his thanks.

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It had been over four years since my last relationship, and I was tired of the long stretches without sex.

I largely ignored the men asking me to dominate them, which happened as frequently as every third or fourth message, but they did make me wonder: Were these men simply casting out a large net in hopes of catching anyone, or was there something about me that served as a beacon to white male submissives? As I headed into my late thirties, though, I thought of all the opportunities of sexual exploration I'd been denied because it may have interfered with an ex's "manhood," or because of my own lack of confidence.

Or was it simply enough that I was a black woman that made them reach out? I frequently held myself back from approaching white men because I didn't think they'd be attracted to me physically or because of cultural differences.

I felt safer, realizing we would be experiencing our sexual awakenings together, in a sense.

After a week or two of texting, we met in person at a café.

I wondered what else I could get away with making him do.