Lesbian Female / 34
I'm Attracted To Strong Domineering Women, I'm A Total Pussy
I grew up in a classic mom dad sister brother middle class household. Scholastic achievement was number one. I was the eldest and from day one at school I was a performer and got all the stars and first place banners. I graduated from high school with a perfect attendance record, salutatorian, 1420 on my SATs, three full ride scholarships. I went to Northwestern.
In college things went from bad to worse. I partied, I got drunk, a guy I never saw again and had never seen fucked me. A girl in my Eco class grabbed me by the pussy. My grades were not stellar. I met that woman, didn't have permission not to be her girlfriend, She put me to do menial tasks, washing her underwear by hand, one piece at time, Cleaning the toilet with a small brush while she supervised me. She demanded absolute obedience and compliance. Kiss her feet, kiss her ass, kiss her pussy. Wear too small underwear that climbed up my ass into a wedgy. Bit by bit she broke me down until I was a complete pussy washing her clothes and cleaning her toilet.
I graduated with a C Average, barely got out. I went in to study Economics and Business and graduated with a Communications degree. I walked around behind her, if she brought a girl home I watched. We went to Oakland and she became part of the aggressive outwardly visible lesbian scene. Marching me around by a collar and chain at the Gay Pride Parade. Stripping my top of to show of my tits to other lesbians. Stuffing my face up between her legs at a bar.
Then, I was at work, I worked at an art supply store, my uncle came in and walked me out to a car and drove me to and put me on a plane and took me home. I never saw that woman again, I went into therapy, I went back to church with my mother (the men didn't go to church in my family). My mother told me that life wasn't going to happen for me unless I chose the path of home and family. I married Marvin Milk Toast, and engineer friend of my brother's, and had two children back to back. I was 24 when I got married, I'm 34 now, I know I'm in a marriage with a good man, a provider, a father.
I've cheated on him three times, two times with women that I met casually away from home. Once in a hotel while on a family reunion and the other time on a cruise. I felt guilty while I was engaged in sex, but not afterwards. I need to have sex with a woman, maybe not all the time. But I need that. Both women were older, dykes, just not sick in the head like the woman I fell for in college. I met a woman recently, again casually, working part time at the Friendship Center for our community. She's a lawyer, fifty, a dyke, used a riding whip on my behind. I had to hide my behind from my husband for several days until the marks went away. I can't help it, I'm a pussy,
In college things went from bad to worse. I partied, I got drunk, a guy I never saw again and had never seen fucked me. A girl in my Eco class grabbed me by the pussy. My grades were not stellar. I met that woman, didn't have permission not to be her girlfriend, She put me to do menial tasks, washing her underwear by hand, one piece at time, Cleaning the toilet with a small brush while she supervised me. She demanded absolute obedience and compliance. Kiss her feet, kiss her ass, kiss her pussy. Wear too small underwear that climbed up my ass into a wedgy. Bit by bit she broke me down until I was a complete pussy washing her clothes and cleaning her toilet.
I graduated with a C Average, barely got out. I went in to study Economics and Business and graduated with a Communications degree. I walked around behind her, if she brought a girl home I watched. We went to Oakland and she became part of the aggressive outwardly visible lesbian scene. Marching me around by a collar and chain at the Gay Pride Parade. Stripping my top of to show of my tits to other lesbians. Stuffing my face up between her legs at a bar.
Then, I was at work, I worked at an art supply store, my uncle came in and walked me out to a car and drove me to and put me on a plane and took me home. I never saw that woman again, I went into therapy, I went back to church with my mother (the men didn't go to church in my family). My mother told me that life wasn't going to happen for me unless I chose the path of home and family. I married Marvin Milk Toast, and engineer friend of my brother's, and had two children back to back. I was 24 when I got married, I'm 34 now, I know I'm in a marriage with a good man, a provider, a father.
I've cheated on him three times, two times with women that I met casually away from home. Once in a hotel while on a family reunion and the other time on a cruise. I felt guilty while I was engaged in sex, but not afterwards. I need to have sex with a woman, maybe not all the time. But I need that. Both women were older, dykes, just not sick in the head like the woman I fell for in college. I met a woman recently, again casually, working part time at the Friendship Center for our community. She's a lawyer, fifty, a dyke, used a riding whip on my behind. I had to hide my behind from my husband for several days until the marks went away. I can't help it, I'm a pussy,
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