Ch 02 Discovery

Saturday night came, and Cathie was tired from studying all day. She already had something to bite and turned her laptop on to relax.

But first, there is something you need to know about Cathie. She was timid around people, mostly awkward, but when alone, that sweet and innocent look hid a darker side, which was her most well-kept secret.

One day, during her teenage years, she was walking home after school and glanced at a somewhat vintage comic magazine on the floor. As she walked by it, her eyes focused on its cover - a woman wearing a very small leather outfit, with the harshest look on her face, and at her heels, a prostrated man looking at the floor, completely submissive to that authoritative figure.

As she left it lying there on the ground and continued walking, her curiosity had taken over. She decided to stop. Disguising she had to tie her shoe, she looked around to see if anyone was looking... Just a few people passed minding their own business, so she quickly took some steps back, and with a sudden move, she picked up the old magazine, and stored it inside her backpack.

That night, after everyone went to sleep, Cathie got up. Silently opened her backpack, picked up the comic book she had found, and took it to bed. Leaving just a small light on, she started flipping through the pages, just to discover something completely strange to her.

It was a story about a man who seemed to be completely in love with a woman and submitted to her every last wish. But the way he showed his love to her... he worshipped her as if she was some sort of Goddess, and she treated him like crap, almost as if she didn't like him. She humiliated him in all sorts of ways but seemed to have pleasure doing it, and he seemed to like to be treated that way.

Needless to say, this was all very confusing. This kind of behaviour between two people was strange, and not related to anything she had ever seen in anyone, any movie, book, or magazine she had ever read.

Afraid of being caught, she would only read it for a short while, and then hide it until the next opportunity to check it once more. Curiosity kept her opening that old comic book often... She began to find it arousing, the power that woman had on that man... to have someone completely devoted to her very needs, even when she was being mean just for her own amusement, making him do things that she would never have thought people would do to each other, including something as disgusting as making him drink her urine and having him being thankful for receiving such punishment... how could someone drink such a filthy thing and be thankful for doing so?

The truth is that Cathie understood that people would be excited about different subjects, and that would be something she would take as a learned lesson. She would not judge anyone for their behaviour as long as both seemed to take some enjoyment out of it. As for that old comic book, although somewhat strange, she felt aroused every time she decided to take a peek at it.

A few months later she trashed it, but it already had sculped her young mind, shaping how she felt about her sexuality. She believed that sex should be "normal", just like she had seen on the internet adult sites, but that sort of role-play could somehow be something to take into consideration, who knows... in the end, and for that couple portrayed in that old book, it seemed to work, and for the author of those comic strips, it had to make sense.

So, after all these years, whenever she felt the need to masturbate, she would go online and search not only for that vanilla sex everyone sees and does, but would also read or watch female domination-related porn. It was something that still made her very curious. She would also read many online articles about it, even in forums where people shared their own experiences and talked about it.

The truth is that knowing herself, she believed that she would never be able to try anything in the realm of female domination, of having someone completely devoted to her needs or wishes, but still porn would give her the satisfaction to explore that darker side of her.

So, there she was... just wearing a cotton t-shirt and pink panties with a unicorn, she sat on the chair in front of her desk, and searched for "dominatrix pov". She liked to watch videos where the camera is installed in a way that gives the viewer the point of view of a dominatrix. She would imagine herself in that position, and men would worship her like the Goddess she was! They would do anything for her, obey her very last order, and even deprive themselves of pleasure, as they were only allowed to do it if she permitted them.

As always, soon after a couple of videos, she would become wet, and her fingers would gently start caressing her clit. The more she viewed, the more she imagined herself as a mistress, and the wetter her pussy would get. Orgasm would come quickly and hard, usually imagining having a slave licking her until she reached climax.

How would she ever be able to explain this to someone? This topic was embarrassing, and she was afraid that if she would ever tell anyone about it, would be seen as a weirdo, a pervert girl, a slut by all means... so, not even Sarah knew anything, and when sex was the subject, if the conversation went a bit deeper, she would only speak about vanilla sex, the regular positions couples usually try out.