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Lesbian Domination Bundle

Title and Copyright

Tamed

Title and Copyright

Story

Rocking Dominatrix

Title and Copyright

Story

Secretary's Submission

Title and Copyright

Story

Lesbian Domination Bundle

Tamed

Rocking Dominatrix

Secretary’s Submission

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2017 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

Tamed

Tamed

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2017 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

Somewhere deep inside my head there's an animal constantly tormenting me to come to grips with my own eventual demise, ‘death’. I’m absolutely sure of it. I can tell, because I kept returning to the same scenes over and over again. A horse stood there, mourning where it lost its companion, a salmon swimming upstream to its birthplace in order to die, a dog sniffing around to where their owner used to be. What's in them is within me. Instinctively it was these scenes and the replaying of these events that lead up to this, my inability to accept loss. I’ve always had a mourning creature deep within me. However, was my obsession with death and loss just a metaphor for what I really craved? What if what I truly had craved was ‘control’? Because now I wouldn't change a thing. I would do it all over again. Yes, I may have lost a piece of myself, but I found something that finally makes me whole.

It all had to do with her, and every painful detail about her. Maybe it was the first time I had met her, but I don't think so. We'd known each other for such a long time, since freshman year in high school, but I can’t pinpoint where I started losing to her. In the years that we hung out together, the slow drip of discovering her spunk, her quirkiness and her growing kinkiness polished a smooth hole in my heart until it was hers. It’s pointless to try and determine where it became irreversible, but I don't believe these things are ever reversible. I kept wondering when it was that I realized I wanted her and would do anything to get her to want me. If only I had known what that would entail.

If you want the truth, I’ll admit it. I did know what that would entail. The wild side of me, that primal part of me which uses my intuition as a compass, it knew and it went and pointed me in that direction. I shouldn’t complain, I'm here because it wanted me to be…and here’s where it all began…….

"It'll never work out Tracy. She's just too sweet." I remember Krystal telling me that, but I'd forgotten who she was talking about.

We’d been spending a lot of time like this, talking online. That dangerously safe feeling environment that distanced us enough to allow us to get closer and become more than the casual friends we were before. Irrevocably, we reached that vulnerable level of talk about love and sex. The level where it instantly matters that you're a girl and she's a girl and you’re both open, even though you both pretend it doesn't matter. You circle around each other, predators, teasing, coaxing and trying, determining whether it's possible to be just friends, or whether there’ll be a confrontation or something more.

"I need someone who could counteract me," she said. "She can't handle me. I'll walk all over her, and not in a good way..." Krystal paused for a second. "Well, not in a way that she would enjoy anyway."

It was nothing special, Krystal had said things like that before, but I remember suddenly seeing something I hadn't seen earlier. I was pretty sure this never had been a conversation about 'her' in the first place, whoever she was anyway. There it was, on the screen, daring me to ask what she meant, but I already knew.

Oh sure, you could definitely say I'd done enough to have had this coming. She couldn't get to me with her shit, and she couldn't stand that. It turned into an increasingly intense form of play fight she seemed to enjoy immensely, still it sometimes got us on the verge of a fight. These things tended to bleed into our real life encounters, with varied results. Friends said we hated to love and loved to hate each other, and it was true. She was a delicious challenge. If I ever knew a smart girl that was a real opponent, it was her. It was a turn on, especially when I'd manage to win. But by then the power balance seemed to have shifted a little. Now I would say I'd lost the race altogether already.

In retrospect she'd been dripping these little toxic drops of aggression mixed with sex, more and more, secretly tormenting my mind, poisoning my soul. I'd been more than slightly affected by the intimate things she shared with me, way before I saw it all had to do with me. Even then, I had made an effort to hide it, but my tendency towards brutal honesty turned against me and she smelled blood. Krystal had been prying me, testing me, getting bolder in subtle ways and this one was aimed directly at my crotch and this time, for the first time, I had no defense. The mental bruise she left that night made my pussy ache with yearning as dark ideas swirled in my head.

From then on, our conversations became even less innocent, making my life harder. Gradually, I started thinking up elaborate scenarios, to see what it could mean if she would "walk all over me", and it sparked the desperate urge within me to take revenge. At some point I pictured how her face would look with a sadist grin, or with desperate, pleading eyes, and I'd created a virus of the mind. Her pretty face, saturated with these dark desires, started haunting me during unexpected moments throughout the day. The only relief was the awareness she wanted me as well, even if it was just to toy with, like all the others. It amused and angered me at the same time and more often than not ended with me stroking myself off to a fantasy in which I did unspeakable things to her to make her pay.

I kept it all a secret from her, which isn't to say she didn't know. With her having a mind like that, I was never sure anything could be kept hidden from her. It was a guilty pleasure of the most dangerous kind: it had the power to draw blood, leave scars, kill things, and it did. I'm not sure where we passed the point of no turning back – I'm convinced there is no turning back at all, ever, but if there were, we passed it somewhere in the long months that followed. It was an exhilarating game that was set up to end. Someday we would have to have this confrontation.

Things came to a head on the hot summer night. Madeline celebrated her birthday and her resignation or dismissal. Nobody was really sure which of the two it was. When we arrived, Madeline was getting slightly too hammered to ask, so I assumed the latter. She, however, flirted with her until she had an answer. It was an obscene sight, though nobody else seemed to object or even notice.

"What the fuck is up with the war paint and the body armor?" I asked her. I knew her as a girl who would usually go for stylish shirts with jeans. This dress was something else and that make-up... I wasn't sure I liked this. All that effort. She was up to something.

She grinned. Her teeth looked extraordinarily straight and white and a little grotesque in the dim light of the garden. That luscious mouth of hers, it scared me, fascinated me. The warm air was thick with the heavy scent of flowers. The party crowd was moving inside again for some reason. I remember wondering whether that scent would stick to her hair, like cigarette smoke does. Could it linger on her all night, rub off on the pillow in her bed?

"So, you like it?"

"Don't you put words in my mouth, girl," I grinned back. "I've never seen you dressed up like this. I'm asking who you've dressed up for."

Yeah, I know. She had my attention and she knew it. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but I did. Looking back I see how bold and innocent I still was, how this whole game was getting the better of me, and how she must have seen it so clearly. I wanted her and I resented that. The sight of her calculatingly trying to entangle some other chick in her web, just to play with her for fun, was making me touchy. It made me want to kill her and punish her. I remember thinking that I was in the wrong frame of mind for a party.

"Is it Madeline? 'Cause, you know, she's not the best catch tonight."

Krystal and Madeline had flirted a little in the past. Being the honest ass that I am, I'd told her before in no uncertain terms what I thought of her.

"Oh really? Then who is?" she rebutted, with a playfully raised eyebrow.

"So it's Madeline, huh?" I teased. It might've been the wine, but she took the bait.

"No, it's not Madeline, you jealous bitch. What do you take me for? You know she's no match. Nice girl and all, but such a pushover", she winked.

There it was again. That thing that pushed my button. Somehow, even though she did exactly what I wanted her to do, she'd gotten me exactly where she wanted.

"Yeah, I know. You like your women mean," I replied. "I wonder whether you actually know what you're asking for."

She looked at me intensely for just a little too long and then moved a step closer than comfortable.

"Try me...," she said under her breath.

I don't think she expected me to actually do that. Neither did I. I'm still proud that I did. The animal within me had been preying on her all evening, and she didn't want to back down. Right she was. This was too good a chance. I slowly cornered her against the wall.

"You're asking the girl who's not a pushover to try you?" I said quietly. "Careful, girl. Because she will."

Krystal looked at me defiantly. I had the urge to slap her, grab her throat. I hungered for the desperate, pleading eyes I'd seen so many times in my fantasies. Firmly I took her chin, raised her head, until our noses almost touched. Somehow she was just too stunned to protest.

"She will..." I whispered. “Oh, and when she does, she’ll win and she'll make you do things you've never done before and you will do them, because she wants you to and she'll make you love it, too."

I had put myself in a cage with something fierce. Any mistake could turn the tables. My heart raced and my pussy started growing hot and wet in my panties. Yes, I know; I should never have tried to kiss her. But that mouth...