Eight years ago, overwhelmed by work and constant arguments with my husband who desired a family life, I felt our marriage had reached its limit, ending our 15-year relationship. Both of us had slightly sadistic tendencies, so our intimate moments often involved me enduring his domination. But truthfully, I couldn't suppress my own urge to dominate—looking down at a man gasping in pleasure turns me on beyond belief. Is that strange? Whether it's tormenting a fellow sadist or treating a submissive man like my pet while dominating him... In my otherwise empty life, I want someone to make these fantasies come true.