Finally meeting Mr. D again felt like a reunion I’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Every time I thought about him — that deep, commanding voice, his athletic frame, the firm grip of his hands — I’d catch myself squirming with anticipation. There’s something utterly captivating about the way he handles me, like I’m nothing more than a toy to be used, admired, and discarded when he’s done. And that’s exactly how I love to feel.