Submissive Jennifer - Sex Stories

Submissive Jennifer

Chapter one I love erotic stories. Context is a real turn on for me: the build up before the sex scene. Above all, I fancy situation where women are dominated. There is a thin line between domination and rape, and even though I like the first kind, I despite the latter. Even if the female character is reluctant, in the end she must like what her man tell her to do and do to her. The first time I read kinkyslut – I know, there is a lack of imagination in this pseudonym – I was hooked; maybe because of the few personal lines at the beginning, even if it was probably false. She described herself as a strong and independent woman: always the dominant one in her relationships. She might be ashamed of it but the truth was her dream of being totally dominated. And her stories were always about her fantasy. Her stories were the only one I read with the woman point of view. The style was impeccable, without contest better than mine. After a while, I believed I had learnt what submissive woman wanted, and I wanted to try this kind of symbiotic relationship in my life. But I could not. I was on my last year of study and I could not afford a personal scandal, jeopardizing my entire career. I had a lot on my mind with my exams and my search for an internship. Most of all, I was afraid to freak out the girl. I did what I had to do: I force myself to move on and forget this fantasy. I dated a little, without any thrill on my part, and by the end of the year I was resigned to satisfy ...

... myself. Most of the time when my right hand was down on business I was picturing either my boss or a coworker on the firm I was working for as an intern. Claire and Jennifer were the perfect examples of successful workaholic women: both gorgeous, always impeccable, self-confident. One day, my boss assigned me to find another intern. I had to select resumes and show them to Jennifer. When I showed my selection to Jennifer, she was happy with it. The day after that, when she arrived at work and walked in our shared office, before even saying me good morning, she slammed the stack of resumes I selected on my desk and asked me: “if you received an email from kinkyslut@hotmail.com with my resume as an attachment file, would you select it?”. I was taken aback and did not know what to answer. It appeared she did not expect any; she just went to her desk and began to work. I followed her lead and took the resumes that were on my desk and checked the e-mail from each application. You have to understand, it had been for nearly a year since I tried to restrain my domination fetish. This is why at that time, when Jennifer talked about kinkyslut it did not ring any bell in my mind. But at least I had an impression of déjà-vu. For a few days, I had been thinking about this particular morning, wondering where did this impression came from. When I pinpointed the email address, it was not because of the stories I used to read but because of Jennifer professional behavior. For her to say at work ...