Charlie couldn’t believe it. Here she was in New Orleans taking her vacation, not just any vacation, but a sexually fulfilling vacation. How many people could claim that accomplishment?  So far, the whole master plan from the early stages of the seed, up to the taller branches thrusting upward, had begun to make fruit. Her clever mind had watered and fed her thoughts as she nurtured the plan slowly. The antiquated hotel she was currently residing in was perfect, down to its mirrored walls and brass bed. Her soon to be lesbian lover she had been talking with online had turned out to be gorgeous, down to her high heels and favorite riding crop. Hopefully, her long anticipated fantasy of being dominated during sex was going to come true. She felt her pussy clench with juices flowing caused by the sumptuous thoughts racing through her head. She felt the bubble of laughter growing inside her. Anticipation made her copiously wet for months while planning this trip.
              Who would have thought Charlotte otherwise known as Charlie “The Wonder Bitch” Sanders would want to be dominated in bed? Her 5’10 height and broad shouldered, tapered waist and strong thighs made her appearance impossibly masculine. And she worked to become a powerhouse of muscle, squatting over 300 pounds.  Her arms could lift free weights that impressed most men, much less women.  Her C-cup chest was muscle tight and defined and the short black hair cut was a very butch style, mainly for ease. As the decreed royal bitch to work under, she did expect high quality and asked for it in everything. So, it was natural for her subordinates to assume she ate steel for breakfast. Working in an operation with a hard competitive edge it took giant strides to stay ahead of others and she walked far to get where she stood now.  She was a typical 20th century aggressively dominant woman in the workplace. 
              As resilient as she was at her work life she was twice as mystified toward her bodies’ reaction and arousal at the thought of the bondage stories online. She had never even thought of that scene before. Did her body suddenly just wake up and decide it wanted something new?
            No! Charlie grinned with her ever-circling thoughts. She remembered the first fan fiction she had read that one day and the way she kept coming back to read again and again. She remembered the setting of Mistress over Sub. She recalled the first pussy clenching moment she’d had as she visualized herself in that submissive role. She remembered clenching her thighs together to keep the scent of her arousal to a minimum. Sitting at work in the office library was not the place for her to be doing this. She emailed herself the link and thought of nothing but her laptop at home the rest of her working hours.
              Thinking of the term “Sub” made her body tingle with excitement. Months ago, she had barely recognized the slowly building tension created as she read one after another stories of Dom’s and Sub’s, slaves and masters, bondage, and control. She would wake up in the morning filled with an edgy need to finish where her dreams had seemed to end. Pleasuring herself only took care of the instant gratification not the overall aching need to be completed. Completed by what, Charlie was beginning to recognize from her readings. She wanted a Dom. She wanted someone to show her and control her.