fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Hi. My name is Wanda. If you are reading this it means you are following my story. I’m 34 years old and I work in advertising. I’m currently single. Well, divorced. I am in the process of becoming a dominant woman and seeking out the submissive man that is my soul-mate.

I haven’t always been a Domme and I’m not sure why. When I was a girl I used to pretend to be Wonderous Woman, besting and tying up the boys with my magic lasso. Well, one boy. He was my willing victim, so to speak. Those were happy times. Somewhere between elementary school and adulthood, something changed.

Social awareness, peer pressure, and near constant attacks on my self-esteem changed me. Or, I changed because of them. I’m not quite sure, I just remember a point where everyone told me how I was supposed to be. They told me this is how I HAD to be. I believed the lie for years… more years than I care to admit.

By the time my marriage ended, I felt dead inside. I had gained some weight. With him I lost the only source of approval that I had. Somewhere in there I stopped feeling beautiful. I stopped feeling confident. I stopped feeling desirable.

After a few months of feeling sorry for myself and turning 30 I decided I had to change. I had to find me. The real me. The me that had vanished. I wanted to be Wonderous Woman again. The internet opens so many doors. After a while I stumbled across Female Dominance… and I found my calling.

I got back into shape (well, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds, but who wouldn’t?). I changed my routines and habits. I started being the me that I wanted to be when I was younger. Before long, my heart woke up.

I have embraced this new life where I can be anyone I want to be. I can do what I want to do. I can have what I want to have. I love it. Every day I feel alive.

It’s kind of funny. I consider myself to be average. I’m pretty average to look at. I’m not particularly short or tall. I’m not particularly thin but not particularly fat either. As a Domme, I feel like a superhero. Suitors lay themselves at my feet. I have my choice. The power… is intoxicating. I should note that I am a bit of a sadist. Or at least my vagina is (I’m still learning to embrace that completely).

For the past four years I have been learning as much as I can about the D/s lifestyle. Each week it seems like the picture of the life that I want grows in its detail. I understand more and more. I know what I want. I know what I don’t want. I just need to get there.

My search for a life-partner hasn’t gone quite so well. I am a member of several well known kink-based social networks. I receive hundreds of messages every day from submissive men. About once every two or three weeks I find one that seems promising. I vet them for weeks. I make sure they are consistent in their personality. I make sure they can make me laugh. I make sure they can hold my interest. I make sure they can make me tingle. I find this stage exhilarating. So much hope.

Reality is often the cruelest Mistress of them all. There have been a few that showed promise but we always found that unbridgeable gap that prevented it from working. Since then, I have gotten faster at the process. I look for certain cues that scream “reject,” and cut my losses without getting deeply invested. I firmly believe that when I meet the one, I will know it. I believe this deep within my heart.

There are a number of kinks that I know I love. There are many more that I want to experience. There is a daily lifestyle I long for. I will keep searching until I get it.

If you are going to be following me on my journey I did want to say a few things to make sure that you don’t misunderstand me.

There are times when I will seem impatient and cruel. I’ve learned not to waste time. If I can tell things will not work out I don’t care to string things out for months only to have it inevitably end. If I don’t “feel it,” I send them on their way. No point in wasting their time or mine.

I like clothes. I always have. I like dressing up. I like projecting an image. I like feeling sexy. I don’t have to be dressed in leather to feel dominant (my PJ’s work just fine). If I choose to wear leather, I feel really sexy. I love boots. I like gloves (maybe from when I used to pretend I was a debutante?). I like fur. I dress the way that I want to. It’s not for him. It’s for me. I love knowing that when I walk through a room that people notice. I don’t care what they think, but let’s just call it a fun little ego boost when I can tell that someone wants to do naughty things with me. I can imagine most of them running away screaming if they knew the naughty things that I would do to them.

Welcome to my little world. I hope you enjoy it.

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8 thoughts on “fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 2

  1. I love how our protagonist is speaking to us directly in this segment! You have written her as a person who has been there and learned from it, who is taking control of her life, and who has become self-confident enough to chase her true desires….in other words, the kind of person most of us want to be! *finger snaps*

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    1. Thank you, Nora. I wanted readers to be able to relate to her. A lot of the female characters in fs01 were a bit too idealized and it made them distant. It worked okay for that context but with this I wanted someone that people could connect to and cheer for. I really hope it works out that way.

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  2. I just feel like telling you so much , she is me , literally , in every sense of the word , how in the world you connected with a 30 yr old girl mind to write this chapter so well ?

    Emme

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    1. Thank you, Emme. It makes me happy to hear that. With Wanda I wanted to create a character that people could relate to. She is a composite of a number of dominant women that I have known over the years. I went with someone that was newer to the lifestyle since I have known a lot more women that started that way rather than feeling dominant since they were very young.

      I look forward to your feedback.

      Take care.

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