Erica was 26, overachieving, well-educated, and beautiful. She worked in the finance department of a very successful and profitable fortune 500 company. Erica had quickly earned the respect of others in the industry and was rewarded well with promotions and bonuses in the five short years of her career. She had every reason to be thrilled and excited about the direction of her life but most of all she just felt lonely.
Erica was beautiful. Perhaps not in the model sort of way but with curves, ample breasts, and a nicely shaped ass, men took a second look when she walked past them in them in the grocery store. Erica learned though that those same men were either married, interested in a simple fuck, or were just plain boring. She wanted thrills, adventure, and a little sense of danger. She knew she wanted a sense of excitement in her personal life to compensate for all of the time she spent in a skirt and suit sitting behind a desk. She was only 26 and felt she deserved to experience some of the care-free life of the other twenty somethings. Erica also knew that it would be difficult to find the thrills and adventure that she was seeking because there were very few men that had a truly dominant personality and Erica knew to the core of her being that she needed a dominant man in her life to be fulfilled.
She remembered those times when she was 18 and in college when she first read about what it meant to be submissive and how she was shocked and embarrassed that she craved such things. She would read parts of bdsm stories or research information on what it meant to be a submissive. Each time she would stop reading part way through, disgusted with herself for allowing herself to consider such things. Each time though she would also read a little more, learn a little more, and resolve herself a little more to the idea. Eventually she accepted the idea that she was a submissive woman who needed a dominant man. Some people are born straight, some people are born gay, and she just happened to be born submissive.
Knowing she was submissive though did not help her to find a man who would help her learn and mature. Sure she had relationships in college but one does not wear a sign saying submissive or dominant. The relationships that were sexual became even more disappointing. Usually they involved a dinner and date followed by a night in his dorm room where they would have sex. If she was lucky, he would go down on her and she would feel the relief of an orgasm. More often though, there would be the usual kissing and touching followed by him spreading her and pumping a few times. Erica tried explaining to a couple of the men that she liked when a man took control and explored his dominant side. She quickly learned that to most of those men, it just meant slapping her ass a couple times and riding her a little harder.
Now that Erica was 26, she did not actively pursue relationships or accept dates because she knew it would be very difficult to find someone to be in that special kind of relationship. In fact, she had not had sex in over three years. But in those three years, Erica felt she had learned more about herself than ever. She learned how her clit likes the slap of a ruler and how her skin likes the sting of hot candle wax. She would explore how those felt on her own when she was feeling particularly in need but mostly she tried to avoid those activities. She knew she wanted to save those experiences for when she found a partner. A partner who was worthy of her admiration, respect, and submission.
