Femdom slavery has way too many exits, I think. We’re free to change our mind, switch or walk away from it all whenever we feel like it. That’s why there’s never any garlic in my house you see, because I hope to be enslaved by a Vampire Queen one day. These Ladies don’t believe in second thoughts or anything, hell no! After the turning there’s only blind obedience, divine devotion and eternal slavery. Now, that’s what I call a turn-on. A Vampire Lady can bedazzle you with Her everlasting beauty, hypnotise you at will and She’s strong enough to lift you up with one finger and throw you across the room. Worth dying for, as the story goes. Hard to find though, such a Lady. The closest I ever came to a Vampirella was at Second Life where I became the virtual slave of a virtual Vampire Lady. Even that was unforgettable. In spite of the open windows and a sign at my front door saying: Female Vampires Welcome, nothing happens. Disappointing, I must say. Because I’m here, I’m ready, and I honestly think it’s now my turn(ing).