I was fortunate to meet an amazing dominate woman on FL. She is of Middle Eastern heritage and for this reason I refer to her as Inanna. The name is fitting as Inanna was the name of the Mesopotamian goddess of love, war and fertility. She is also associated with beauty, sex, divine law and power. How fitting a name is this?
Inanna was a believer in psychological control and exploiting my weaknesses and insecurities. Each week she gave me a written assignment to complete and over time she developed an understanding a deeper understanding of me. One of the things that captivated me about her was her intelligence and ability to read me. In many ways I was her patient, and she was my counsellor. Most of our time together was spent talking and me learning about her needs. Each week I became more fascinated by her and her ability to read me and extract things about my childhood and past. She was guarded about her live in Iran before emigrating to Canada. She was a truly strong woman from a country where women were oppressed by their culture.
One day out of the blue she asked me if I thought I could ever fall for my Mistress. I looked down at my feet and quietly whispered,
"I already have Ma'am."
I felt her hand reach under my chin and her red manicured nail dug slightly into my soft skin as she guided my head up so she could look into my eyes. Inanna had the most gorgeous dark eyes that she exenterated with her eye shadow combined with her deep red lipstick she was a vision that all men must be drawn to. As gorgeous as she was she also gave off the aura that she was in charge.
She whispered,
"I think it's time for us to move forward. Are you ready?
I nodded my head slowly, she smiled and patted me gently on the cheek.
"What you have wanted will now begin; there is no turning back. I will be in touch."
With that she got up from our table at the cafΓ© and left.
Inanna's message on Google Chat Wednesday was curt and to the point. "Be at my home at precisely 7pm on Friday with your uniform and other accessories. Proceed to the back door where an envelope will be pinned to the door. Don't forget that you your "sissy pussy" and "clit" must be completely hairless. You will receive further instructions."
I arrived as instructed and as she promised there was an envelope pinned to the door with instructions to head directly to the master bedroom but not to open the envelope. It felt strange entering her home and proceeding up stairs. Everything was eerily quiet even though I assumed she was in waiting for me in her room. I slowly opened the door and was surprised that the room was empty and the only illumination was from the 2 small bedside lamps.