Her Dom’s Journal – Part 2

img-thing

London felt a blush creeping up her neck as she read the first line on the first page of his journal.

‘I’ve never craved another’s touch as much as I crave the touch of my London. Since the moment our eyes met across the crowded room of The Garden I have thought of nothing but her ruby red lips and her hour glass figure draped beautifully in the red chiffon dress she wore that night. I must have her. I will have her.

She isn’t the type of woman I usually pursue. She isn’t shy or demure. I should be deterred by the bold way she stares at me, challenging me with her gaze. I am not. I have never been one to back down from a challenge and though she doesn’t yet know the ways of a true submissive – I will teach her. I will show her how good it feels to let go and let another be in control.

I will teach her that with me, there is no need for her to worry or stress over mundane things. I will take care of her every need. The only thing she has to do is submit.

Yet that is the hard part. Even though she wears a white mask at The Garden she is by no means interested in submitting. I wonder if she’s know that white is the color of a submissive at The Garden. Probably not. I could easily picture her in a black and silver mask signaling her desire to be a Domme.

London rubbed her finger over the word Domme, she too could see herself being a Domme – the one in control. But Michael did not have a submissive bone in his body. If being a Domme meant losing him she would continue trying to learn the ways of a submissive. London sighed. She didn’t know if she had it in her to be obedient.

No matter how much she tried to give herself over to the ways of this new world she’d entered, a part of her still rebelled against the idea of letting a man be in control of her. But she had to admit the sex was fantastic, explosive, and tremendous.

But was it worth it?

London continued reading the next entry in his journal.

‘London says she chose the white mask because it complimented her dress… newbies.’

London rolled her eyes at being referred to by her Dom as a newbie. The white mask did look good on her. It made her red hair look like flames surrounding her face. She loved that mask. But when she entered the Fetish Garden and was told to pick a mask that represented her intentions she probably should have read the note that came with each mask. Later that night, after she met Michael, she learned that her mask signaled she was a newcomer interested in meeting a Dom. Imagine her shock when she learned she couldn’t change her mind or her mask until she at least spent some time in a Dom’s company. London spent that weekend with her Dom and her whole life changed. London shivered at the memory.

‘I won’t allow her to change her mind. This weekend I will escort her to my Florida condo. When I am done with her she won’t be able to walk right for days. I can’t wait to feel the first drops of her orgasm on my tongue. She will be mine and she will love it.’

How arrogant yet true. She was his…and she loved it.

The next entry is available now: https://sirenallen.com/2013/03/26/week-3-of-her-doms-journl-tempting-tuesdays/
xoxo Siren

journaggl

One thought on “Her Dom’s Journal – Part 2”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s