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Tamed

Rocking Dominatrix

Secretary’s Submission

Tamed

Somewhere deep inside my head there's an animal constantly tormenting me to come to grips with my own eventual demise, ‘death’. I’m absolutely sure of it. I can tell, because I kept returning to the same scenes over and over again. A horse stood there, mourning where it lost its companion, a salmon swimming upstream to its birthplace in order to die, a dog sniffing around to where their owner used to be. What's in them is within me. Instinctively it was these scenes and the replaying of these events that lead up to this, my inability to accept loss. I’ve always had a mourning creature deep within me. However, was my obsession with death and loss just a metaphor for what I really craved? What if what I truly had craved was ‘control’? Because now I wouldn't change a thing. I would do it all over again. Yes, I may have lost a piece of myself, but I found something that finally makes me whole.

It all had to do with her, and every painful detail about her. Maybe it was the first time I had met her, but I don't think so. We'd known each other for such a long time, since freshman year in high school, but I can’t pinpoint where I started losing to her. In the years that we hung out together, the slow drip of discovering her spunk, her quirkiness and her growing kinkiness polished a smooth hole in my heart until it was hers. It’s pointless to try and determine where it became irreversible, but I don't believe these things are ever reversible. I kept wondering when it was that I realized I wanted her and would do anything to get her to want me. If only I had known what that would entail.

If you want the truth, I’ll admit it. I did know what that would entail. The wild side of me, that primal part of me which uses my intuition as a compass, it knew and it went and pointed me in that direction. I shouldn’t complain, I'm here because it wanted me to be…and here’s where it all began…….

Rocking Dominatrix

I adored the group Glam Slam for as long as I could remember. They had short hair and beautiful bodies that they rocked across stages from east to west. I guess you might call me a kind of a groupie. I knew the words to every song and knew each beat and nuance of Glam Slam's hard hitting yet sometimes velvety music that enhanced the sexually charged energy that only a woman can relate to.

Yeah, I know, the pedicures, gorgeous hair colors, and gym workouts all added to their abilities to become the temptresses that no-one could resist.

There I was, jumping up and down in the crowd like a banshee in front of my favorite group. The tickets were $150 a piece for this intimate and casual venue. The lights were low and the place was packed with sexy bodies gyrating to their music. Everyone was ecstatic while bouncing around to their sensual music. The lead singer, Larisa, pulled a few of the sizzling in the audience women up on stage and I happened to find myself to be one of them.

Secretary's Submission

I’m sitting at my desk in open office space, swiveling my chair back and forth, bored, but looking for an excuse to stay and be the last one to leave, which wasn’t easy sometimes. When I finally saw the last of my colleagues leave for the night. I made myself a little more comfortable and slipped out of my high heels, kicking them under my desk. They were uncomfortable as hell, but sexy and worth it from some of the attention I was getting when I wore them. Especially from Christine, my hot boss. I leaned my head back and looked up at the ceiling. I was her personal secretary and I had to stay as long as she did, which of course, I didn’t mind, not one bit.

Then suddenly the phone on my desk lit up. It was Christine’s line. I picked up and heard, “Brenda, come in here a moment." I grabbed my shoes from under my desk, slipped those unbearable things back on and walked into her office, closing the door behind me. My boss was sitting at her own big oak desk, looking a little disturbed. Her elegantly sleek form lounged back into her plush chair with an empty glass in her hand. I could smell the scent of vodka. "Brenda," she said. “Come over here and have a drink with me, it’s been a long day.”

I stopped for a second to think about my job, but it was a Thursday night and tomorrow would be Friday. This was my job after all. So I walked further across her office and sat down in the chair opposite hers, I smoothed out my skirt under me before planting myself in it. Christine began pouring one for me from the mix she had already prepared and another for herself. She slid mine across the surface of her classic oak desk. I took it daintily in my hands and had a sip. The martini was smooth, she definitely knew how to mix them. She took another sip of hers while watching me over the top of her martini glass.

"Would you like to know the reason why I hired you, Brenda?" She asked out of the blue, leaning forward placing her elbows to rest on the desk in front of her, looking inquisitively into my eyes…….