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Domination Fantasies
(Mistress Daria)

My best friend Lisa and I had been close for more years than I could remember, when I finally brought up the topic of domination in the bedroom. We were both very close, had good jobs, having relationships and just living our lives like all friends do. We've always made time with each other, still communicating and connecting like all long term friends do, a little squabbling about mostly trivial stuff like about whether to go to some bar or party, however nothing too major. We were just as close as the day we'd met, you could say that it was love at first sight. After such a long time of knowing each other, that's certainly something.



Even our independent sex lives were still really great. We had admitted to each other during our teen years of our preferences for the fairer sex, in fact we both came out at the same time. Well, we came out to each other anyway and as we matured to the whole world. Despite our friendship and true fondness for one another, we never "hooked up". We both had felt that it would jeopardize our friendship and never wanted to take that chance. However, times were changing and my feelings for Lisa grew and grew with each passing year. I felt that the time was near when I had to make my true feelings and sexual attraction known to her, but when? How?



Lisa stayed in awesome shape, going to yoga two times a week and running or using the weight machines a few more times a week. I'd like to say that I was still looking pretty myself, modestly speaking. I go to the gym and work out too, and for the past few years I'd been paying special attention to my ass. It's always been my best feature. However, age had been starting to catch up with me, so it took some time investment.



This suggestion of mine wasn't out of boredom or a desperate last effort to save our friendship after a big blow up, it was nothing like that.



Frankly speaking, it was something I'd pondered on about for a few years. It's actually been an unrealized secret fantasy of mine. I could still remember those teenage years like they were yesterday, reading about BDSM, masturbating while I thinking about it, watching porn videos on it, hoping my parents wouldn't catch me. I'd never said anything to anybody, certain that it was perverse or, at the very least, strange. I figured I'd just grow out of it. I mean, I was only a teenage girl after all.



As it turned out, I didn't grow out of it at all. As I got older, women and BDSM just interested me more and more, and all the "research," I had done, allowed me to evolve my thoughts on the topic. I became more specific about the types of videos I liked to watch and stories I had liked to read. I began to imagine, with more detail, the scenes I'd like to try out on myself.



It wasn't an activity where I had found many chances to engage in though, but there were times here and there. To me, it was something of a sacred act. I thought it would require a real connection, and I wasn't interested in just jumping into it with any random girl I was seeing. That seemed like a good way to get girls to call the police.



So for most of my relationships, I was just a normal gal who liked normal sex, in any way she could get it.



However, and more recently, my imagination had started getting out of control. I was reading more stories on the topic and something about watching porn felt like I was being dishonest to Lisa about my secret fetishes, but who could blame me, right? They soothed my deepest urges, to an extent, however, they also enhanced them and why not explore them with my closest friend, someone with whom I'd grown quite attracted to and very close with, someone who I really and truly loved. I thought this was the time.