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First Time Submissive

Virginie was a twenty-nine-year-old nurse in a palliative care unit. I met her when my grandmother was hospitalized with terminal breast cancer.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to this tall brunette with long hair, always tied up in a braid. But she noticed me. At just eighteen, I was a regular visitor to my grandmother's room, and I was deeply affected when, after a few weeks, she passed away.

Virginie sensed my distress and grief. That's when she left me her phone number, telling me I could call her if I felt the need to talk.

I waited almost three weeks before picking up the phone. It wasn't necessarily a lack of courage, even though I was very shy at the idea of talking to this woman, more an embarrassment of confiding in a stranger. But now I really needed it.

We arranged to meet at a café the next day.

At first, I thought she wouldn't come, or that she'd only stay a few minutes. But no, she did come and we talked for several hours! Inevitably, the discussion began with the death of my grandmother and how I was dealing with it. From this serious subject, we moved on to lighter topics. My classes, my high school life, my plans for the future.

That's when I started to pay more attention to my interlocutor's physique. Tight jeans and high leather boots showed off her long, tapered legs. She wore a black turtleneck that molded her torso, accentuating her high, round chest and her slim waist.

Unlike usual, her hair was loose and fell to the middle ...

... of her back. This softened her angular face. Above her prominent cheekbones, her deep-blue eyes watched me benevolently. Her thin lips were adorned from time to time with a charming smile, revealing a ravishing row of teeth.

Confident and under her spell, I indulged in a few more personal confidences. She listened attentively, sometimes asking me questions to deepen certain points.

At one point, the discussion turned to my reading. Instead of quoting the great classics I'd read, I started with two surprising books for someone my age: "Story of O" and "Venus in Furr." At this point, as I explained what I liked about these stories, Virginie seemed increasingly interested.

She asked me lots of questions about BDSM, submission and domination, and what it was that turned me on and attracted me to this rather peculiar world. As I finished answering, she asked me in all seriousness if I was interested in knowing what it felt like to be dominated, in real life.

Flabbergasted at first, I finally answered: yes.

The following Saturday, I knocked on the door of Virginie's apartment, in an old building in the city's historic center.

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She greets me in jogging pants and a T-shirt and invites me in. Shyly, I cross the threshold and enter the apartment. I find myself in a huge room that doubles as kitchen, living room and dining room. Large dark wooden beams decorate the ceiling, contrasting with the white walls. To the right, a row of five windows looks out onto the ...