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I met her at this small bistro, somewhere - not very far from the city center. I
immediately saw her collar - a small ribbon, made of leather with 3 metal rings. My mind
raced - "Could it be? No, that would be a rare chance - or maybe? Well, it could be -
no, I don't think so ..."
When my personality finally focused on its center again and I stopped being speechless a deep interest in her awoke (well, let's say, my second brain in the lower regions of my body started to take over control).
We ended up at my apartment (where I quickly tried to clean up the vestige of my single life - old pizza cartons and dirty socks which lived on the couch). Without hesitation she dropped her clothes and sank on her knees, her eyes lowered respectfully to the floor. Thoughts in my head stumbled across: "What is it what she expects? - Oh gawd, what do I do with her? - yes, first of all I get my riding crop - hopefully its not too dusted - yes, I will show her what a strong Dom I am ... but what if she starts laughing?".
I sensed a careful movement ... her look crossed mine - I saw her wonderful eyes flash. My body trembled inside ... "Yes, I will show her how strong a Dom I am, who shows her her way, who humiliates her the way she needs it".
I grabbed my riding crop, my trembling hand moved nearly mechanically and the crop kissed her backside with a soft "smack" ...
"I need something to drink - she better learns patience - its a virtue for a sub
Me? Fear? No, I am a Dom ...
© Ashtarot 15.02.1999