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Butch to Slave
(Amber Cove)

I have to accept the blame. Tanya and I had a good friendship. I knew she did not have normal relationships with men. She liked being the dominant too much for normal to be a part of her sex life.



She was five foot eleven inches tall and a bodybuilder so she carried herself at a muscular one hundred fifty pounds. I was five inches shorter and thirty pounds south of her weight. We made an interesting sight when we went out for a friendly dinner or to catch a movie.



Tanya was heavy into the dominatrix scene and only dated smaller females she could throw around. our comparative sizes and her sexual interests led to her mistake.



I am the comatose laid back type. I never liked making decisions about unimportant things like restaurants or what movie to watch. There are very few things that I have ever been assertive about so Tanya was the dominant partner, at least in her eyes. In her defense, she was except that it was by default and not choice. She took making the decisions in our friendship as my ceding control. She became more assertive, and I accepted it. She, from her view, understandably took this as a sign that I wanted her to 'dominate' our relationship.



It was a mistake of interpretation; the truth being that nothing I did with her was important to me.



She decided a consummation of our friendship was in order and that I should be the small female Sub to her dominatrix. She had never challenged me to the type of physical contest she liked with her women because for her it was a sexual experience. I had showed some interest in her activities. Sexuality is something discussed by people in a friendship so I felt obligated.



We were having dinner at a little Italian place that I introduced her to. She seemed extremely excited that evening, anxious and expectant. I could feel the tension but ignored it figuring that she wanted to talk about her newest conquest. 



"Diana?" Tanya said quietly.



I looked up from the vodka linguini I was enjoying.



"I'd like to ask you something?"



I nodded.



"Would you like to come over to my place tonight and mix it up?" she asked.



'Mixing it up' is what I had nicknamed the fights that she and her women got into. From what she had told me, it was a combination wrestling and fighting where she got to trounce the chick for about 20 minutes, then fucked her through the common levels of consciousness.



I put my fork down slowly. The situation had to be handled delicately. It is not every day that a friend asks to fuck you.



I had not considered it a real possibility. Tanya was a beautiful woman. She had gorgeous shoulder length black hair with a hint of curl, olive skin, and deceptively soft brown eyes that finished off the picture perfect Italian woman. She was a big girl, but incredibly proportional. I was not a breast man, but she had high and tight cups between a C and D. I admired her thighs. There is nothing more attractive than firm, thick thighs, except maybe blonde pubic hair.



Obviously, it was not that I did not find Tanya attractive. She wanted something I had been taught painfully never to give someone else; a situation I knew could only end ugly.



I tried to avoid the situation, but it got ugly.



"Tanya, I'm not your type," I said quietly but very pointedly.



She did not take me seriously. Maybe, this whole Dominatrix thing has chicks playing hard to get and needing to be convinced.



"Let me be the judge of that" she replied just as pointedly.



"I'm not into your scene, Tanya," I told her. "At all."



She smiled at me, the cat stalking the mouse. I stared back; a real predator surprised at the cat's boldness.



I sighed.



"Tanya, speaking as your friend, you do not want to do this."



She smiled dangerously, or what she thought was dangerous; her eyes sparked as she fought to keep her temper in a public place. Tanya did not like to be balked.



"I know what I want Diana!"