I don't know WHY I like female domination, I just do, I guess. I mean there is no dramatic story in my past that can account for my secret desires. No outrageously traumatic events, or some older dominatrix who 'converted' me to it. I've just liked the idea from my earliest memories. Not that I've ever had the chance to actually practice it with an actual woman.
Well, my cousin, Sharon, lived down the street from me growing up, and she was always sort of bossy towards me from the very beginning. We just sort of accepted the silly rule that since she was a month older than me, she was the boss. Actually, she accepted it first, and then told me how it would work.
As we got older, she would tease me quite a bit. But that was more of an exploration of traditional feminine power than it was anything 'dommie'.
Well, that's not entirely true, she would sometimes explore my body to see how it worked. It was rare that I got what I wanted out of it, it was pretty much always what she wanted.
Plus, we had already settled into the pattern where we both sort of expected me to do whatever she said. As a result, I never really got anything out of it besides some secret fantasies that led to some astounding wanking sessions.
It did, however awaken in me a life long interest in being dominated by a powerful woman.
I was a pretty normal boy even after all that. I had a few girlfriends before college with a few fumbling attempts at sex in the back of a car. And there was a couple of girls in college with whom I got pretty serious, both sexually and romantically, but I never could find the courage to do more than vaguely hint at my interests in being dominated.
After a while they both broke it off with me, maybe they got the message, or maybe they didn't; but either way, they seemed to tire of me and each moved on.
After college, there was Bonnie, I got pretty serious about her, and thought she might be the person with whom I could be open and talk about my secret desires, but before I could work up the courage to have that 'special' talk, she decided she wanted to be a nun and moved to Indiana.
So by the time I was 28 or so, I had convinced myself that I was in for a long dry spell romantically. I dated, but none of the women I met really interested me enough to share my secret with. As a result, while I occasionally had a sort of plain sex with real women, my REAL sex life was played out on internet porn sites.
Then at the age of 30, I met Karen. A blonde woman with oddly long legs, a short waist, large breasts. She was a pretty successful insurance executive, with a forceful personality. I did open up to her about my needs and she rejected it out of hand.
Karen didn't really reject me, she claimed that she liked me and wanted to keep on dating me, but there was no way she was going to "spank your ass and call you a bad boy" (Her words). I accepted what I could get, which was a somewhat bossy, but conventional girlfriend, and resigned myself to a life of internet porn.
That went on for two years and I don't think Karen even noticed I wasn't really all that into her. And I don't think she was all that into me either.
As long as I did whatever she wanted, and decorated her arm at company events, she was pretty content. She sure as hell never knew what was going on inside my head when we were having sex. Or, if she did, she didn't seem to care.
Then one day, out of the blue, my cousin Sharon called me. Sharon, now an RN still lived in our home area of suburban Chicago, while I had moved downstate to work for a huge, and quite famous, insurance company. I was a bit surprised at our conversation, we had kept in touch through social media and family gatherings, and remained quite friendly, even exchanging Christmas cards, and even an occasional shallow phone call. I had no idea she was thinking of coming to Bloomington.
But then again, our family wasn't the sort to open up to each other.
Sharon said she and Frank, her husband, had just gotten a divorce. He had alcohol problems that he didn't seem to want to address and she decided a fresh start was in order. She admitted, that her legal fees had left her in a precarious financial state and she wanted to know if I could put her up for a few weeks so she could look around for work downstate, she had heard that the downstate hospitals were understaffed.
I said 'yes' instantly. I'm not entirely sure why I answered so quickly and without having to think about it, but I suspect I felt a bit guilty for following my career path, leaving Sharon to deal with Frank on her own. Then too, looking back, I think it was because maybe I had unresolved feelings for her. That maybe her adolescent teasing of me was the happiest female relationship I had ever had. I am fully aware of just how pathetic that sounds, but it worked out in the end.
Well, for whatever the reason, I invited her to come down and stay as long as she liked. I had a spare bedroom in my small bungalow and she would be no bother at all if she didn't mind sharing a bathroom.
I told her to not worry about her financial situation, I had a good job, and some money saved; I couldn't really afford to give her money, but certainly, I could loan her what ever she needed.
I also assured her to not worry about finding a job. Stories about the shortage of nurses downstate was in the local news media quite a bit, I was sure an experienced surgical nurse could get on at one of the local hospitals.
At any rate, she showed up the next Friday afternoon in a car loaded with her stuff, and towing a small rental trailer. I took the afternoon off to greet her and help her unload her car and move her into her bedroom.
I had always considered Sharon pretty, and of course, I had seen photos of her that she had posted on the social networks, but I wasn't prepared for just how drop dead gorgeous she was in real life. She was tall-ish, with incredibly long legs and had mane of red hair that seemed almost alive. Her hair set off her emerald green eyes perfectly.
Karen dropped by to meet her but didn't stay long; I could tell that Karen didn't like her very much, but in truth, I didn't care. I could tell that Karen and I weren't going anywhere, and it was a matter of time before she either broke up with me, or I broke up with her. Besides, Sharon was my family, my favorite cousin and my 'sort of' sister. I knew that if Karen tried to make me choose between her and family, she would lose.
It took about 3 hours to get Sharon all settled in She had more stuff than would comfortably fit in her room so there was some stuff we couldn't store, still sitting in the living room. I told her I had a storage locker that we could move that stuff to the next day.
Even forewarned, Sharon was still surprised at the 'Jack and Jill' arrangement of the bathroom. That is, the bathroom was situated between the two bedrooms and had two separate doors for each. She said it was a bit like living in a college dorm and hoped my aim had improved over the years!
After we had Sharon all settled in, it was about 4:00 pm. I suggested that we plan on going out for dinner, I wanted to show her a great Pizza restaurant in town.
Sharon said fine, but she wanted to clean up first. She also told me that I should shower as well, that I stunk. She went first and used up all the hot water.
After my shower, when I jokingly complained about that. Sharon laughed and said, "Get used to it! You're living with a woman now. Our needs should come first and our grooming needs are the most important of all."
Then she got kind of a serious look on her face and said, "At least some of the time" I could tell she was thinking about Frank.
To lighten the mood, I trotted out my best bad 'Groucho' imitation and leered, "Don't worry! The women in my life, always come first, AND they come often!"
