A Dominant Wife and her submissive顺从 — willing to obey husband's Journal

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The years passed, I went to college, and I dated a few girls. I had trouble relating to girls sexually. Then one day I met Morgan. She was wearing a leather trench coat and she carried herself with self-confidence and she had a superior way about her. She had a charisma about her, men gathered around her, they fought for her attention and all I could do was admire her. She initiated our initial conversation and she asked me out on a date. For me it was love at first sight.

Morgan was able to stare into my soul. She was able to penetrate my core. She knew I was different than the other guys she had dated and she would constantly probe me with pointed questions. She once asked me if I were Gay because I didn’t come on to her like other guys. She encouraged me to share and share I did. We became close friends and I told her about my fantasies. I told her about BDSM, the Leather community meetings that I would at times frequent in search of my sexual identity. I even told her about my reoccurring fantasy of being controlled by a woman as if she was an Equestrian champion and I was her horse.

Morgan wanted to know my world and she asked if she could attend a fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing event with me which was held by the Chicago Area Discussion Group, a BDSM organization. I attended three or four meeting before I got up enough nerve to talk with people. Morgan began to converse with others within her first fifteen minutes. I could surmise right away that she was a natural Femme女性化 — feminine Domme女主人 — a dominant woman.