I am a politically correct woman with an
executive position in one of the upwards mobile companies
in my small town business community. Because of its size,
it�s fair to say that everybody in our small town knows
everybody, or at least knows someone who does know
everybody� So they think.
I am 24 years old, not long out of college where I
discovered some of the pleasures that in my
Judeo-Christian upbringing I had always suspected existed!
Women are always hesitant in taking the first step when it
comes to realizing their sexual identity. Something about
their make-up always makes them feel uncomfortable about
their fantasies, as if succumbing to them would in their
eyes and the eyes of society perceived as a personal
failure. A stain.
The path to my sexual revelations started soon after I
started college when I met Clara.
Clara was one of those people that men (and me!) would
frequently gasp at! She had received top marks in every
conceivable aspect of her feminine fibers, from top to
bottom. She had the softest of voices and when she looked
at you, you felt like melting, drawn by her, moved,
charmed.
But far from drawing strength from her apparent beauty and
realizing that the effect she had on people was a force to
be reckoned with, Clara was more inclined to let others
make the first step, the first suggestion. And no, she was
not playing any type of �come and get me� game!
No, Clara was more comfortable letting others take charge�
Clara was, is a submissive and Clara made me what I am
today: �A lesbian who is into bondage and discipline, a
female dominatrix.�
Clara tells me there is something inherently seductive
when she submits to me! In the games that we play, she
sometimes likes to test my patience by behaving in ways
that I do not agree with. She might for example overtly
flirt with men when she and I are out shopping, testing
the grounds she can cover before encountering my wrath. Or
even worse. She might flirt with the most beautiful woman
around, pushing and pushing.Of course, she and I know why
she is doing this� Her �rewards� will be punishment,
sometimes mental, sometimes physical, sometimes both, and
whilst she pushes I often find myself wondering whether
she is not in fact the one who is dictating the events
since she is behaving in the exact way that will
recompense her with what she desires�
So I often let her play, trying to resist the urge of
correction, of telling her right then to �stop it
immediately you silly girl and wait until we get home!� I
wait and endure and wait more, until the energy between us
is so charged that the only thing we both have in mind is
to go home and get on with it!
And when it finally happens, the spark that I see in my
Clara�s eyes is one of exultance and utter love, before it
is replaced by the marks of fear.
Because when fear does arrive, her beautiful lips erase any
signs of a smile, her mouth draws tighter, her breath
shortens and invariably, her nipples become erect.
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