The Art of Dominance

Laila 1 story

Summary

"You claim to be a Dominant?" "I am a Dominant. Mistress X to be precise." "Bullshit." He scoffs, twisting the signet ring around his finger, eyeing me up in the entryway of the dark club. "You're a bratty Submissive at best." I smile indifferently, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling rising from deep within. "And at worst?" I question, curious as to the direction of travel. "Submissive." He responds without hesitation. ***** I was dominant, I am dominant, I will be the best Dominant. Growing up strong-willed lent itself naturally to the profession of Law. Having fought hard for her position, Tara felt proud and comfortable directing conversations, mediating clients, and instructing upcoming lawyers. The dominance she practiced exerted itself into her private life, unable to switch it off and undirected. Over time, dominating Submissives became natural. After all, her professional life sought her skills of manipulation. Yet it left her unsatisfied. The fire had left. She accepted her role to help others fulfil their own submissive tendancies. She was not for a minute prepared for someone to challenge her inherent nature. If he wanted a brat, he'd get one.