Chapter 1. My Early Years
If someone were to ask where I got my dominant streak from, I would have to say it was from my early years as a child. My mother was a controlling dominant woman (still is) and my father was always very passive. Mom controlled everything in the household, even though my father owned his own business and did very well financially.
If being controlled by a dominant female at home wasn’t enough, I was sent to private Catholic school. Yes, I know, I wore the plaid skirt and white blouse, knee high stockings and my mom thought it was fun to put my naturally auburn red hair in pigtails. At Catholic school, I was dominated by strict nuns in habits. Back then, it wasn’t an issue for a nun to use a paddle or ruler on a student for punishment. I was spanked a few times by a paddle for stepping out of line. I also saw a nun pick up a female student while she was in her desk and carry her outside and leave her out in the cold while she cried to be let back in. Sister Fat Pat certainly had my respect then.
Although I truly hated the nuns for having so much power over us kids, I respected them more than hated them. Respect goes along way and it was something I began to crave, even at that young age. At some point I began to fantasize what it would be like to be a nun and hold that paddle and use it to some of the girls in my class (some boys too) that I did not like at all for various reasons. Rebecca was at the top of my list. She was always so perfect in everything she did, to the point I wanted to make her cry with a good paddling across her bare perfect ass. I still relish the thought, but I digress.
At a very young age, I had began developing my large breasts and I loved them and used them well to my advantage in controlling the boys. They came in over one summer. In June I had A cups, when I had gone back to school in September, C cups. Now, I proudly own 32DD’s. And yes, they are natural.
When I was a teenager, I had to stay in one night to baby sit my younger brother. He was really getting on my nerves that night, more than usual. I was trying to watch my favorite television shows and he kept pestering me. I decided to take some old bed sheets my mom had in the rag box and tear them into strips. I had my brother lay on the bed and I told him that we were going to play a game. Little did he know.
I tied his wrists and ankles to the posts of his bed and put a sock in his mouth, so I wouldn’t have to hear him crying. I enjoyed the rest of my evening watching my favorite television shows in peace. But, I had forgotten about my brother and fell asleep on the sofa. When my parents came home, my mother found her son tied up to a bed and gagged. You can imagine the horror in my mother’s eyes when she saw her son tied up, tied up to his bed posts and gagged. It was not a visual my mother wanted to come home to. Needless to say, I received a two week restriction sentence for that incident.
When I was a senior in high school, I had two best friend, Julie and Candy. Julie was a wild child. She was half Japanese and half German. Her mother Japanese and probably more a lot strict than my mother, if that was even possible.
Julie used to love taking me on adventures up to Los Angeles, chasing heavy metal rock stars. At the time it was 1987 and we were seniors in high school with fake ID’s. Also, I was born and raised in San Diego, California. Did I forget to mention that. My apologies.
Sometimes we would bring Candy along when she wasn’t working. Candy was held back in school for a year when she younger, so she was already older than us. She was also going to high school during the day and working as a stripper at night. A stripper named Candy, go figure. Candy’s dream was to move to L.A. and become an actress. She was just waiting to graduate and earn enough money to make the move. Julie also wanted to move there. Julie and I both wanted to attend UCLA and their film program they had.
So, in the summer of 1988 we loaded up our cars and all three of us moved up to L.A. where we shared a beach cottage on Venice Beach. It was two bedrooms, so Julie and I shared a room. Candy had already gotten a job at a strip club in L.A., so since she made more money than us, she got her own room. Besides, she had more access to men than we did and well, Candy was a complete slut to say the least.
That summer we hung out at the metal and rock clubs such as The Troubadour, Rainbow Room, Whiskey-A-Go-Go, etc… I still had my long auburn red hair puffed up in the 80’s glam style, wore my miniskirts and torn tops with those short boots that were in style at the time. I was dating a guitarist for an upcoming metal band (name withheld for obvious reasons) and was partying it up that summer before going to film school. Life was good.
One night after partying and drinking at a club, in the early morning hours that next day, I walked into a coffee shop for a cup of coffee. It was by Sunset and Gower, around the corner was Gower Studios. I was sitting there with Julie sipping my coffee and trying to get over the drunkenness I was feeling.
What happened that morning changed my whole perspective on life and sex.
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