EXTRACT FOR
Dominion
(Kelly Addams)

Goddess! A word she wasn't sure really fit.

Some people are strange she told herself, he had called her a Goddess, and from his expression she knew that levity had taken no part. He hadn't said it as a joke, he wasn't aiming to flatter... he really did think she was that special!

It had begun months before and Queenie would freely admit that boredom had driven her more than any deep passion for the Lifestyle. "Except I have to admit I like the gear." she had chuckled, a television movie had introduced a leather clad dominatrix, and as the severe woman laid her lash on a series of semi nude, and very well built men kneeling at her feet, Queenie had shuddered and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, a disturbingly erotic sensation building steadily with each determined stroke of the matching leather whip.

"Oh my God... I want to do that!" Her whispered comment driven by arousal more than any subconscious desire to inflict pain. She saw their expressions, those muscular men, she saw their gratitude and devotion, they were so willing, they were revelling in their punishment... and by the time the scene faded out, just at the point where the strict Domme had singled out a single slave to satisfy her carnal desires, Queenie felt her pulse racing and her breath coming in shallow gasps. She had wanted the action to continue, she wanted to hear the whip crack on oiled skin again, hear their groans of pain and ecstasy.

Frustrated she had turned from television censorship to the darker avenues enabled by the internet... and there her eyes had been opened!

She wasn't alone! There were so many people just like her, so many women who dressed in latex and leather, many favoured a neo-nazi type styling that she found particularly disturbing, but others were much more to her taste, they just looked stern and sexy. Powerful women without any militarised undertone.

"That will be me!" she had whispered, before hunting through Google to find suppliers of the gear she wanted. She wanted to look the part, but deep down she understood that other than possibly posting a few sexy selfies, her new look was probably going to remain her own kinky secret.

Deeper and deeper she delved into the murky world revealed by more targeted searches. There were so many submissive men, and so many different flavours that she felt like she had been dropped into a kinky candy shop... everything was so tempting. The more she read the deeper her shock and arousal became, some men wanted domination that would be considered vanilla by most, hardly domination at all, just a strict girlfriend who would dress nasty and play at being a Domme... but others were more devoted to the Lifestyle as they called it, and it was these men that drew her interest most.