This came up in an online conversation my husband was having. Basically, it boiled down to whether I was a FemDom.
I'm really not. At work, I'm in charge. I have authority, I use it and I'm not afraid to. That's my job. In my personal life, I so much more like it when I am not the one calling the shots. (One of the reason I love Black Men).
However, while I like others to be in control, I have never been a doormat for any loser who thinks that he is more than he is. So while I'm not a FemDom (or is it femdom? FemmeDomme? Female Dominant? Ack! Whats the correct term?) I can switch into one really fast when a weak guy tries to be the big dog. Then, its watch out.
Case in point. Back in college, I convinced my parent's to let me take a semester off. Official it was because the teacher I wanted for my major was going to be going away and I didn't want to waste time with second raters and classes that I really didn't want to take just to stay "fulltime". Fortunately, I was able to also present them with an "opportunity" I had also found to get a full time internship at this organization.
The real reason was that I was actually thinking of quitting school. It was seriously interfering with my partying. And I was doing a lot of partying, so much that some of it was even getting noticed by my family. Not much, but my sister mentioned that Dad was a little concerned about how I looked when they came up for parent's weekend ( I was sort of hung over when they arrived and I used... a substance... to get perky quick.) Mom said no, it was just all my activities that I was in running me ragged.
(If I ever over-explain too much, let me know. I just have trouble getting to the story part of the story.)
In the end, the parental units said yes. And so I moved away from university for a little while to go work at the internship that I'd found. In L.A. of all places.
Somewhere along the way during my summer and semester there, this guy got fixated on me. He was not working at the organization that I was with, but was in the same office building. Fresh out of grad school, he was doing something (I can't remember now) but I kept running into him around the building. Our group would go for happy hour to the same nearby bar that they would go to and he was always hitting on me.
Now, he wasn't an unattractive guy. In fact, he was quite good looking. Came from money that was for sure. He reminded me of Ted McGinly's character in Revenge of the Nerds. Especially his hair. But he was a total douche bag (even McGinley's jock character had some redeeming qualities to him. Right?) And he drove a Camaro IROC. G-d that was what sealed the deal on his d-bagness. He was always trying to get me to for a ride in that damn, red 1985 Camaro IROC-Z of his. He even made the point of telling me that his parents, for his birthday that year had offered him the choice of a Porsche or that IROC. All I could think of, "Really? What kind of a loser makes that choice?" Let's call him "Ted"/
Anyways, I wasn't about to tell the people I worked with too much about my personal life. I actually liked the work I was doing there. I had one friend there that I'm still in touch with. Anyways.
So one weekend, a friend of mine was coming in to town. He was new and wanted to learn where to go out. We'll call him Sam. He was a few years older than me and I knew him from camp and we'd been friends. He was a super sweet guy who just, back then, needed some help with the social side of things.
Anyways, he met up with at the bar because we were going to go out and meet up with some girlfriends of mine to a couple of clubs. (The story of how I got him to do that is too long to explain now). So it was Friday, I changed at work so that I wouldn't have to go all the way back to my apartment (which was further away from the fun than I wanted it, but with Mom and Dad paying for half of it I couldn't argue too much).
Despite Sam being a great guy, he got to talking with Ted while we were there and didn't raise a peep when he offered to come along with us and drive even though I was giving him the sign of "lets lose this loser". So we went. Sam squeezed into the back while Ted drove us to this club. A few of my girlfriends were there to meet us and immediately he was hitting on all of them. I had to make so many apologies for bringing him along.
Fortunately, with me facilitating, Sam started to loosen up. A few shots helped that too. The girl I'd hoped that he would be into had flaked, but his head was completely turned by this girl who was way too much for him in my opinion. Short, hot, black haired girl originally from Russia who'd emigrated a few years earlier. She was exotic, neurotic, and Her name was Katrina and went by Kat.
So while Ted was being an ass and trying to get his hands on me, there was some good things to him being there. The best part of this mess was that Ted was buying all the drinks. And he was enough of a dog to let a pretty girl take his attention off me. More so after a few shots.
Ted was not much of a dancer. And he wasn't much of a drinker (Thank G-d!) So he was stiting in our booth while Sam and Kat were making silly eyes at each other. So me and my other girlfriends got on the dance floor and started having fun. And occasionally, we'd pop by the table and see how the others were doing. Along the way, we met a few very hot Black men at the club, including one who looked like Ice Cube (he wasn't but he looked like him. Let's call him Marcus.). In between flirting, trips tot eh bathroom for .. pick me ups... and drinks all paid for on Ted's tab, we were having a great time.
So I was nice and buzzing and very, very horny. Sam was leaving with Kat (more like she was leading him out but I was still stunned when I realized that). At which point Ted pulled himself to me and asked if I wanted to go now. He was so drunk I dont know how he stood. He also missed the fact that Marcus had his hand up my skirt.
That;s when annoyance and brilliance collided. At least in my head.
I told him I didn't want him driving me home. And that I was too drunk to drive. And that I was too drunk to drive him. But that my friend Marcus would totally drive us. (Marcus, truth be told was probably as high and as drunk as I was.) And then I got evil, whispering into his ear that he'd have an even better time if Marcus drove us back to his place.
I guess he was drunk enough to believe that. Because he said yes.
So we got out of there. I think it was sometime around 1 am. Poured Ted into the backseat and I sat in the front with Marcus. From the back, Ted was mumbling about how he was going to rock my world. Marcus and I just laughed.
Twenty minutes later, we got to his place, which was a nice condo. We stumbled in with Ted, who was sobering up a little. We more or less dumped him in a chair in the living room as we started to kiss. He started to angrily say something as I was feeling Marcus' cock through his pants. He even tried to get up and push us apart but Marcus just pushed him down.
It was so pathetic, I loved it. Hearing Ted whimpering about how I was supposed to be his, just made it better and made me so much hotter. I was pulling his cock out and sucking on it. Whenever Ted started to whimper too much, I'd tell him how good it tasted, how big it was. I was just doing it to be evil.
Then he started to beg to join in. I laughed and looked at Marcus who was about to bitch smack him, I think. I winked and said something like "If you can get it up... and its as big as Marcus here, I'll let you."
Well he tried. But he was so drunk, he couldn't get it up. And even if he had, there was... not much to work with there.
So then I turned Marcus just a little so that Ted would have a good view. And I told Ted, "Mmmm... too bad, I only let real Men 'rock my world'."
Which is just what Marcus did for the rest of the night. And I made Ted watch it. Eventually around dawn Marcus and I passed out. Ted must've been out. At that point, I didn't care.
The next morning, Marcus left. I stayed just long enough to call for a cab (still had all my money from last night because Ted's credit card was so generous). While I was waiting, Ted woke. I told him, that if he ever told anyone about what he saw, I'd tell them the parts that he left out. That if he ever treated me like he had around the bar or the office area, I'd make sure that everyone knew what happened and how much of a "man" he really was.
So not really a Femdom, but I can be an evil bitch when I want to be I guess. :)
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