Real Life Stories - Female Domination and the Professional Dominatrix女支配者 — a dominant woman

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As a seventeen year old, I became more interested in her. I could not get out of my head what my friends had said. Each time I saw a car pull up to her house and a man go inside, I wondered if she was really whipping him. I wondered what it was about her that made these men want to be beaten. Did she wear leather while she beat them? I found myself desiring to be one of these men. I wanted to have a look inside her house. When I was thirteen, me and a friend tried to sneak a peak inside her windows one night when she wasn't home. Her upstairs looked like any other house on the street. Her basement windows were spray painted black so no one could look in them. My friend wanted to bust them and sneak in, but we knew she had a Doberman who lived in the basement so we were too scared.

When I turned eighteen, I finally got up enough nerve to approach the Leather Lady. She knew my name and who I was. I was driving my first car (a used Dodge Omni) past her house one day when I saw her carrying a large plant around the side of her house. I pulled over, got out of my car and offered to carry the heavy looking potted plant for her. She smiled and allowed me to assist her. I went into her back door and placed the plant in the desired spot in her dining room. Her house looked very normal. She thanked me and offered me a drink of soda. I accepted.