#natural dominant
Times you got bullied, made fun of, put in your place, etc. by other women and got off on it. I want some amusement.
My favorite story is how one time I slapped my best friend in the face in the hall for everyone to see for a very minor offense, and when I got in trouble, she rushed in to apologize and say it was her fault. I didn’t get in any trouble at all and that bitch carried my bags for a week after.
I was exhausted. I thought being a prominent business woman was tough, but my descent into slavery was truely tough. Veronica had transformed me from business woman to personal slave. I looked pathetic in my pink bow and bunny ears, but she said it was important to look as ridiculous as I felt.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept. I know I’d done a lot in the meantime. Made her house spotless, washed her car, done her shopping, picked out some expensive gifts for her, driven her around, cooked her several meals, worshipped every inch of her body several times over with my tongue, painted her nails, danced for her, written her an essay on how beautiful she is, entertained her guests, cleaned her mother’s house, rearranged her closet….I think I got it all. And finally, she allowed me to curl up on the floor at her feet and nap.
My eyes had barely closed when she barked at me. “BITCH! My FUCKING nails aren’t perfect. Fix them. Now!”
I opened my eyes furious. That was it. I wouldn’t do this any more. But when I turned to face her, my momentary resistance was crushed. Those amazing legs, her perfectly curvaceous body, her entitled expression…
Reaching for the nail polish, I profusely apologised. “I am so so so sorry Goddess Veronica. Please allow me to make it up to you, Your Perfectness”.
My pubishment wasn’t so bad afterall. Three more hours of my tongue gliding over her supreme body before I was finally allowed to close my eyes
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I saw her at my favorite dyke bar, dressed like this. She smiled at me and lowered her eyes when I smirked. On the dance floor she kept dancing provocatively and looking at me demurely to see if I was looking. When I saw her in line in the bathroom, I cut in front of her. She said nothing. Did the same thing at the bar. She not only said nothing, but when I told the bartender “she” was covering it and pointed at her, she grinned stupidly and agreed. Needless to say, I did not go home alone that night.
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