There is often an unspoken stigma attached to the idea of women dominating other women. Unlike its clear-cut vanilla counterpart, BDSM tends to spend much of its time teetering precariously on the line between sex and politics, and any consenting adult involved in the fetish of power games will be hard pushed to cum without it becoming a socio-political statement on gender and ethics.

Femdom is often seen to be solely about the empowerment of women and the degradation of men, a symbolic capsize of centuries of patriarchal rule through the medium of a PVC-clad minx dressing her boyfriend in frilly pink knickers, smacking his pallid flesh about a bit, mocking his body, kicking him the nuts, and sitting squarely on his terrified face until he apologises for the atrocities committed by his forefathers.

Which, despite being a far cry from Emeline Pankhurst and the Suffragettes, it is a lot of fun nonetheless, and rather exciting for both parties.

Yet I also dominate women. And I enjoy it immensely. There. I’ve said it. The scenes I often like to watch in porn are those where one woman overpowers another. And, bear in mind that this is not a sappy, simpering submissive woman who is being intimidated either – she will invariably be older, tougher perhaps, and be reluctantly overpowered by another female. As well as my ordinary state as a woman who dominates men, I really, really like to dominate strong, powerful women. Especially those who fight back. It turns me on to see an otherwise dominant woman in peril (see “The Prelude”). Any yet I still feel that I should somehow be ashamed of this…

Just what does this mean? I am confident in my role as Dominatrix, but are my peripheral kinks conspiring against me to contradict my ordinary urges through a desire to sexually dominate the very women I respect, admire, and adore the most? Is my involuntary arousal a subconscious betrayal of the sisterhood? Has the concept of feminism failed to reach as far as my cunt?

It’s a striking anomaly in the otherwise logical filing system of my sexual psyche. My other kinks relate, even tentatively at least, to my relationships with people in my non-sexual world. All except this one. I genuinely love women. I have no quarrel with any of the women I’ve met, and wish them no harm. Some ladies see other females as a threat, or as rivals, or as opponents in some ludicrous competition for male attention. Which, let’s face it, is pointless. I’m not like that. By default, any woman I meet is an ally and a friend.

Yet I lay my political beliefs aside, temporarily, for something that’s a massively powerful turn-on for me. My conclusion? I’m very, very shallow.