Hello, this story is a little different from others I've written. I thought I would try telling it from a dominant woman's perspective and I set the location in the southern USA to try my hand at writing with a little southern charm. I always appreciate feedback. In this case, I'd like to know if I captured the essence of the southern states. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Chapter 1 - The Elephant Line and the Water Boy
No matter how well we plan our lives and our future, it almost never turns out as we intend. I for one, could never have expected to live the life I do today.
I'm not suggesting my life is bad. In fact, it's quite good but never in a million years could I have ever predicted the direction it took just after New Years 2009.
You see back in college, I could never have even told you what an FLR was all about, who a Domme was, or where on earth I would ever find a man who might dream of being my submissive little slave. Just as I was finishing my undergrad though, I got a new education.
This is the story of how I discovered the world of female supremacy and became a Domme over my boyfriend, and later husband, after discovering there were men who could be transformed into quivering little pee-ons who grovel at the snap of my fingers.
I met Randy at a fraternity party in my final year of philosophy at the University of Alabama. I was with my boyfriend, Jimmy, a running back for the Tide and the team's offensive line who were discussing who might win the Superbowl. I was listening to them argue over who would take it when this short little man walked up beside me to join in. They were getting really hyped over their predictions, which I thought were way off, so I just stood quietly by and listened. It was obvious the new guy was thinking the same way as he stood silently as they jawed on repeating the same things over and over.
They were really quite boring and my mind wandered off to this little man who looked completely out of place. At 6'3" and in skyscraper heels, I stood taller than even my Jimmy who was 6'5" while the rest of his linemen ranged from 6' to 6'7" and not one of them weighed less than 250lbs while our new comer stood about 5' tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. He looked like a pip squeak beside us and I laughed under my breath when I caught him staring up at my breasts. He was a tiny little thing and I couldn't help but start singing, "One of These Things," in my mind.
The boys were all getting drunk as skunks as the debate raged on and for some reason, I finally decided to cut in to tell them the Steelers would take everything, in part to get a rouse out of them. No sooner had I made my call when a look of disgust filled Jimmy's eyes as he opened his mouth and slurred, "What the fuck to do you? Don't you starting giving my boys and I lip about football. You don't know shit," and released gigantic beer burp in my face.
The guys looked at him like he was an alien, "Jimmy, dude, easy dude," one remarked as I watched others look away out of embarrassment.
Jimmy glared over at Tom, who had made the remark, "Well people who don't know what their talking about should keep their mouths shut. You don't hear me go on about her rowing, do you?"
Tom shook his head, "Dude, Virginia's your girlfriend. You don't talk to your girlfriend like that. Especially her," glancing over to me, "I know she won't take that from you. Sorry V. Jimmy, let's just talk about something else. We had a great season, and we're here to celebrate that."
Jimmy, "Whatever, the boys are talking football now and she needs to keep her mouth shut."
"Jimmy dude, you're being an ass and we all know Virginia enough to know you need to stop talking now. So just drop it," Tom finally insisted.
First off, let me belay that assumption. I was born and bred in Alabama and in case you were unaware, football is virtually akin to religion here. I grew up watching and living football and even played for a local girl's team as a teenager. As a rock hard 6'3" athletic dream in just about any sport, I was the force to fear on a football field. On top of that, every Saturday night, we were at a football game somewhere around Montgomery and was a Bama fan long before I was ever a student. So, Virginia knows football. I became a varsity rower because I was tall and strong, but my real love was always football.
I cocked my head to one side and glared at him when he turned away from me as Tom and his buddies drew his attention away from me to save a fight. This had been a party for their team and he was throwing back the brews as fast as the keg could fill his cup, so I decided this was neither the time nor the place to discuss his attitude. Jimmy knew I didn't put up with his chauvinistic crap but between the alcohol and his ego around the boys tonight, he had forgotten his manners. I seethed quietly as my eyes burned holes in the back of his head until I heard a soft little voice to my left, "I think you're right."
I looked down and caught my new friend as his eyes darted up at me then back to the floor. He couldn't bear to look at me but I was impressed. Here he was, all alone in a room listening to a bunch of jocks talk football. Even if he was the team water boy, none of these guys were going to listen to him and this room did nothing for his confidence. I was surprised he even had the gall to hang out with us in the first place. Considering I was looking for anyone sober enough to talk with, I opened up to him.
"Thank you! At least someone else sees their potential," I smiled and turned to face him. We chatted about why we both thought they had a chance and gradually broke away from the rest of the huddle as we introduced ourselves to one another. His name was Randy, which I thought was utterly appropriate given his size and cute as a button look. As adorable as he was, he knew his football and his stats, that much was for certain. I couldn't believe how he balanced so many numbers in his head and rattled them off like it was a prepared speech for me. He was a walking football encyclopedia.
I was shocked by how interesting I thought Randy was and I liked how he had to keep looking past my massive twins to see my face. I had come wearing a pair of come fuck me shoes with 6" stiletto heels and a crimson red low-cut strappy dress with an open back that fell just above my ass. I absolutely towered over him and, to my surprise, I liked how it felt. He was so nervous that first night he could barely keep eye contact with me until I forced him to by hooking my nail beneath his chin to keep his head steady and focussed in my direction.
The funny part was I had the most interesting conversation with him. Behind all the uncertainty and lack of confidence, this little guy was funny, charming, and very smart. We had a beer and talked for over an hour about everything from football to my own sport, rowing, the best and worst professors, and our lives growing up. He was the quintessential nerd, as he had an almost eidetic memory for all thing's baseball or football. By his own admission he was too small to be of any consequence just about any sport, so he became memorized every stat he could with the hope that one day he might announce a game. He was a sweetheart. While everyone else was getting drunk around us, he stayed sober with me while liquor took the rest to another plain.
